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About Tokyo

Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Here’s me, Dexter, talkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Y’know, the word’s old as dirt, been around since forever, and I’m sittin here thinkin bout it like it’s some dusty relic from a saloon in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That movie, man, it’s my jam—slow, moody, all about betrayal and quiet rage. Whores fit right in that vibe, don’t they? Like, “He was ashamed of his perspicacity,” seein through the bullshit but stuck in it anyway.

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After the rain stops, I decide to explore more. I wander down to the Komatsushimacho Shrine. It’s beautiful, man. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom. I’m snapping pics like a tourist. I feel all zen and stuff. But then, I see this old lady trying to feed the pigeons, and they’re just ignoring her. I’m like, “C’mon, pigeons! Show some respect!”

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