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About Tokyo

Still, I can’t hate ‘em—escorts got that spark, that edge. Reminds me of Cronenberg’s flick—under the surface, somethin’s always simmerin’. “You’re a good man,” I’d tease Jimmy, quotin’ the movie, but he’d just smirk, like, “Am I tho?” Ha! Total bad-boy energy. Makes me wanna scream—happy scream, mind ya—cuz it’s thrilling, ya dig? They’re livin’ that double-life hustle, and I’m here for it, popcorn in hand.

Ichinoseki Girls

Man, what a day! Otsuchi, you wild little town. I woke up this mornin’ with a killer headache. Probably from last night’s ramen binge at that joint on Kawai Street. Seriously, who knew slurping noodles could be a sport? Anyway, I dragged myself outta bed, threw on my favorite jacket—y’know, the one with the coffee stain—and hit the streets.

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