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About Tokyo

Dunno, mate, it’s a riddle. “Memory’s unreliable,” Lenny groans in *Memento*. Prostitutes got stories—some sad, some badass. One I knew, she’d sing—voice like a lark, but drunk as a skunk. Cracked me up, her warblin’ “Sweet Shire” ‘tween tricks. We hates it, yeh, but—huh—kinda respect it too? Nah, bollocks, it’s grim! Filthy trade, muckin’ up me mind. What’s yer take, precious?

Hooker with a Heart of Gold

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Finally, I get my drink, and I’m outta there. I stroll down to the Inami River. The view is sick, man. The water’s glistening, and I’m feeling a bit better. But then, I see this group of kids playing soccer. They’re kicking the ball around, and one of ‘em kicks it right into the river! I’m laughing, but then I see the kid’s face. Total meltdown. I mean, it’s just a ball, right? But to him, it’s like losing a pet or something.

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