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I love the thrill, tho. The chase, the mystery—like in *Tropical Malady*. “Swallowed by the dark forest,” ja? That’s the vibe when ya meet someone hot online. Will they be cool or a total psycho? Keeps me pumped! Once dated this gal—sex-dating app again. She’s all sweet, then bam—tries sellin’ me crypto mid-date! Hah, I’m like, “Hasta la vista, babe!”

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As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my bakery. The oven’s gone haywire! I’m like, “No way!” I sprint back, heart racing. I get there, and the place is filled with smoke. I’m panicking. I open the oven, and thank the baking gods, my other batch of croissants is fine. Just a little crispy.