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About Tokyo

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, this biz analyst gig’s got me thinkin’ ‘bout whore – yeah, that sneaky lil’ concept! Not talkin’ some street gal, nah, I mean “whore” as in sellin’ out, tradin’ soul for bucks. Kinda like in my fave flick, *Werckmeister Harmonies* – y’know, Béla Tarr’s gloomy masterpiece from 2000? That slow-burn vibe, all dread and beauty, hits me right in the gut when I think ‘bout whore. Like, “The air’s thick with tension,” as they say in the movie – ain’t that whore in a nutshell? Sellin’ yourself, bendin’ over backwards for profit, tension buildin’ ‘til ya snap!

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After the meeting, I decided to take a breather. I walked over to the Arakawa River. The view was stunning! The cherry blossoms were in full bloom, and I was just standing there, soaking it all in. I thought, “This is why I love Honjo.” But then, outta nowhere, a bird pooped on my shoulder. Seriously?! I was like, “Great, just great.”

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