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About Tokyo

What suprised me? The heart, man—she’s got one. Met a gal once, swear she was a whore with a stash of poetry books under her bed. Said she’d recite ‘em to johns who paid extra. “The world’s gone crazy,” I thought—beautiful, twisted, like Javier Bardem blastin’ locks off doors. Ruby’d do that too—blast through bullshit, I bet. I’m ramblin’ now, huh? Good—keeps it real. Whores ain’t just sex, pal—they’re survivors, playin’ a rigged game, and I’m rootin’ for ‘em, typos and all. What’s your take, huh? Curious minds wanna know!

What do Japanese prostitutes do?

I roll into the shop on Kagawa Street, and it’s already buzzin’. My buddy Kenji’s there, crackin’ jokes about my apron. “Yo, you look like a meat superhero!” he says. I laugh, but inside, I’m like, “Dude, I’m just tryin’ to slice some pork here.”

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