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About Tokyo

So you’re out there, right? Lookin’. Gotta watch for the fakes—undercover cops or scammers. “Where’s the body?”—that line from the movie pops in my head every damn time. Where’s the real deal, ya know? Once got catfished by some dude pretendin’—nearly lost my shit! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt like the end of the freakin’ world! Still, when you find one, it’s like strikin’ gold in the dark—thrillin’, messy, real.

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As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their services live in windows like a pimped out version of a holiday display, and at only square .

Man, what a day! Takarazuka, you wild city! I woke up thinking it’d be chill, but nah, life had other plans. First off, I hit up the main street, Takarazuka-shi, and wow, the cherry blossoms were poppin’! Like, I’m talkin’ full-on pink explosion. I was like, “Damn, nature, you showin’ off today!”

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