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About Tokyo

Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

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After that chaos, I needed a breather. I wandered over to Tsuno Park. It’s this beautiful spot with cherry blossoms. I sat on a bench, just soaking it all in. The petals were falling like confetti, and I felt... peaceful. But then, my phone buzzed.

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