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About Tokyo

So I’m drivin’, thinkin’ bout that movie— “I feel like a diver in a bell,” that French guy says. Me, I’m divin’ into this shitshow, tryna find a decent girl who ain’t strung out or talkin’ my ear off. Last week, I pick one up—cute, red hair, legs for days. She hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m happy for a sec, like, “Fuck yeah, jackpot!” Then she starts yappin’— “My ex this, my pimp that.” I’m like, “Sweetheart, I ain’t your therapist, let’s keep this transactional!” Surprised me how they always got a sob story. Guess it’s part of the gig.

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After my ramen fix, I decide to stroll down to the coast. The view? Breathtaking! The Sea of Japan was glistening like a million diamonds. I’m standing there, soaking it all in, when suddenly, a seagull swoops down and steals my snack! I’m like, “Hey! That was mine!” But the bird just gives me this look, like, “Sorry, dude, it’s mine now.” I was mad, but also kinda impressed.

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