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About Tokyo

Fuck, I’m ramblin—17 typos comin, prolly, who gives a shit? Point is, findin a prostitute ain’t just sex—it’s a hunt, a hustle. Greed is good, keeps ya sharp—seein angles, dodgin traps. Like Bob Harris in the movie, I’m lost, but I’m runnin the show. Exaggeratin? Maybe—I ain’t bangin supermodels every night, but the thrill? Real as fuck. You try it, buddy—tell me if ya don’t feel like a goddamn king for 20 minutes. “Let’s never come here again,” I mutter, leavin—straight outta Sofia’s script, but I’m grinnin, pocket lighter, soul heavier. Greed, baby—fuckin beautiful.

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Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! I’m sitting there, in the dark, with my client. It’s like a scene from a horror movie. I’m thinking, “Is this how I go? In a café in Tono?” But then, the lights flicker back on, and everyone starts clapping. I’m just sitting there, trying to process what just happened.

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