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About Tokyo

So I roll up, tires screechin’ like Max’s rig, peepin’ the scene. Red’s there—heels high, attitude higher—countin’ stacks like she’s warlord of the block. I’m thinkin’, “YOLO, gotta play this cool.” She spots me, smirks, and I’m like, “Damn, she’s quick!” Reminds me of that line, “I live, I die, I live again!”—she’s out here survivin’, hustlin’. Kinda respect it, ya feel me? But also, ugh, pissed me off—she’s dodgin’ my questions like I’m the feds or somethin’.

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On Christmas Eve, a friend who had been trying to contact the year-old visited her apartment in the Shibuya district of Tokyo. Her body was found face down in the living room. Police initially.

Finally, I get my coffee. But wait! I spill it all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like I’ve been attacked by a latte monster. I’m fuming, but whatever, I gotta keep it movin’.

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