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About Tokyo

Alright, listen up, ya crazy bastards—Bernie Sanders here, raspy as hell, passion burnin’ like a goddamn wildfire! Billionaires should not exist! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout them actuaries in Russia—number-crunchin’ weirdos, right?—and how they’d even *find a prostitute* in that cold-ass mess of a country. I mean, I love *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that flick’s my jam—folk tunes, despair, a cat that don’t give a shit. Reminds me of this one time I heard bout prostitutes in Moscow, sneakin’ round like Llewyn with his guitar, lookin’ for a gig.

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Chey was born—as Kaspar Cheyenne Reykjavík—in the Hudson River Valley, to a young, meth-addicted mother and her dealer. Though she'd done her.

But hey, I laugh it off. Kids are hilarious. I start doodlin’ again, and this old lady comes up. She’s super sweet, tries to talk to me in Japanese. I’m like, “Uh, I’m still learnin’!” But she just smiles and hands me a mochi. Best mochi ever! Kogota’s people are the best, man.

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