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About Tokyo

I spot her, thou see—red lips like a gash’d rose, legs long as a tax form. “What price thy company, wench?” I blurt, all Shakespearean, thinkin’ I’m clever. She laughs—bloody hell, mate, she laughs! “Twenty quid, ya posh twat,” she says, and I’m proper gobsmacked. Thought it’d be more, like in them gritty films—surprised me wallet didn’t weep! “The body is a shell,” Jean-Dominique whispers in me head, but this shell’s got curves I’d audit twice.

Ichaicha Suru to Okane ga Waichau Futari no Hanashi

Mistaken for Prostitute: Haru is heading to lunch with her friend Natsuki, but realizes she's forgotten her wallet. She sees Hojo, and runs into an alley with him, then emerges with money. .

Then, I get a call from my boss. He’s like, “We need to talk about your performance.” Ugh, seriously? I’m in Hojo, trying to enjoy life! But I can’t escape work. So, I’m pacing around the park, trying to sound professional while dodging tourists. “Yeah, I’m doing great, thanks!” Meanwhile, I’m sweating bullets.

And then there was one . . . HoJo’s making its last stand