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About Tokyo

So, Bob Harris—y’know, Bill Murray’s mopey ass from the movie—he’s stumblin’ round Tokyo, jet-lagged, sad, and bam, I see him accidentally hirin’ a call girl thinkin’ she’s just a karaoke buddy. “This is not karaoke!” I’d yell, snortin’ into my latte. Real talk, tho, findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza—tho some say it’s close now with apps. Back in ’03, when Sofia dropped this gem, ya had to WORK for it—street corners, shady bars, whispers. Now? X posts got ads like, “Lonely? DM me, $200/hr.” Wild, right?

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But then, outta nowhere, I get a call. It’s my buddy from back home. He’s like, “Dude, you still herding sheep?” I’m like, “Yeah, but today’s a mess!” He laughs and says, “You should’ve stayed in the hills!” I’m like, “Thanks for the support, man.”

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