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About Tokyo

I reckon it’s bloody brilliant—happy vibes all round. Had me a go once, right? Some lass in Lys—gods, those hands! Slidin’ like silk, tension meltin’ away, I was half-pissed on wine, thinkin’, “This beats a battlefield.” But—here’s the kicker—it’s not all roses. Some twits think it’s a free pass to a brothel. Pissed me off, that. It’s art, ya dolts, not a quick shag! Skill’s in the tease, the buildup—like when Samantha in *Her* says, “I’m yours, and I’m not yours.” That’s the vibe—close, but untouchable.

Smutty Smut Smuts

When Sullivan throws a charity event for repairs due to the six fingers damage, you end up getting thrown into the auction so that some rich sod can get a.

As the sun sets, I head to the festival. The streets are packed! I’m weaving through the crowd, dodging kids and food stalls. I grab some yakitori and it’s fire! I’m munching away, feeling like a king. Then, I spot this giant inflatable panda. Like, what even? I have to take a selfie with it.

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