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About Tokyo

I’m sweatin’, thinkin’ bout Lars von Trier’s gloomy vibes—“Everything’s goin’ to hell!”—and here I am, chattin’ up some gal who prolly knows more tricks than Mr. Burns has tax evasions. Did ya know, back in old Rome, prostitutes had to dye their hair blonde? Weird, right? Stand out or somethin’. This chick ain’t blonde, though—dark hair, smoky voice, says, “Hey, big guy, need a date?” D’oh! I’m flattered, angry, scared—all at once! Marge’d kill me faster than that planet smashes Earth!

INTRODUCTION

I wanted to make a comprehensive timeline to summarise the whole drama so that everyone is up to date.

I buy the jacket, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, I step outside, and it’s still pouring. I’m soaked again! I’m like, “Can’t a Saver catch a break?”

Anya Gallaccio’s Organic Mementos Mori