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About Tokyo

So I’m there, *fumbles with invisible wallet*, tryna figure this out. Happy as a pig in mud, cos – adventure! But then, angry too, cos some geezer tries rippin’ me off – 50 quid for a wink? Nah, mate! “You don’t even know who you are yet,” I mutter, like in “Boyhood,” cos I’m lost, ain’t I? *flails arms like a wally* Lookin’ for a sign, maybe a neon one – “Girls! Girls!” – but nope, just a kebab shop.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

A beautiful married woman comes to your room for delivery. Play is a beloved wife's play! It will make your wishes come true Not only cleaning, washing and cooking, but also playing at .

So, I’m walking down the street, feeling all sticky and gross. Mihara’s streets are kinda narrow, but they’ve got this charm. Old buildings mixed with modern stuff. I love it! But then, BAM! A bike zooms past me. Like, dude, slow down! I almost lost my coffee.

First time in Paris in two and a half years. Yasuhiro Mihara thinks about fashion now.