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About Tokyo

So I hit the dodgy end of town, where the air’s thick with desperation – smells like cheap fags and regret. We shall never surrender to the coppers lurkin round corners! Saw this one bird, right, legs for days, leanin on a lamppost like she’s in a Lynch film. “Where’s the freeway?” I mutter, half expectin her to vanish like a dream. She smirks, says, “Fancy a ride, guv?” – cheeky mare! Made me chuckle, that did – prossies got sass, innit?

What are red light areas?

First off, I hit up the local café on Kōen-dōri. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual—black, no sugar. The barista, this dude named Kenji, spills half of it on the counter. I’m like, “Bro, I need that caffeine!” But he just laughs it off. I mean, come on! I need my brain to function, ya know?

Man arrested for producing fake foreign drinks