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About Tokyo

So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ up to some neon sign sayin’ “open for biz.” Nah, it’s a hustle! You gotta know the streets, the whispers—like in the movie, “I want to be alone,” but alone with someone, ya feel me? I’m pissed, tho—pissed at the system! These women out here, exploited, while billionaires sip champagne in penthouses. “Billionaires should not exist!” I growl, kickin’ a can down the alley. Makes my blood boil, man.

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Anyway, I shake it off and head to the Masuda Park. It’s a beautiful spot, right? Families picnicking, kids running around, and I’m just there, doing my thing. I start climbing this old ginkgo tree. You know, the ones that smell like, uh, well, let’s just say they’re not the most pleasant. But hey, it’s my job, right?

Associations of indoor and outdoor temperatures and their difference with home blood pressure: The Masuda Study