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About Tokyo

Here I am, mates, narratin’ like Sir David—calm, rhythmic, yeah? Picture this: the urban jungle hums, restless, wild. Findin’ a prostitute, right? It’s like stalkin’ prey in “Memento”—all backwards, confusin’ as hell. I’m wanderin’ streets, mind spinnin’, thinkin’, “What’s the next piece?” Like Lenny, I got no memory of where I started, just clues—neon lights flickerin’, heels clickin’ soft on pavement.

What are Red Light Areas?

The “white beast” is, presumably, a reference to syphilis, for the movie is set in an isolation facility for street prostitutes.

So, I’m rushing outta my apartment on Shiroi’s Koshigaya Street, trying to salvage my dignity. The sun’s shining, but it’s that weird, sticky humidity that makes you feel like you’re walking through soup. Ugh. I’m dodging people left and right, and I’m already late for a meeting. Classic me, right?

Japan’s IIJ deploys solar panels at Shiroi campus