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About Tokyo

Then—plot twist—she starts talkin’ bout her day, like we’re pals! Says some creep stiffed her last night, no tip, nothin’. I’m ragin’ for her, like, “Fuck that guy!” Little known fact: lotta these girls got stories, man—some dude in Vegas once paid a hooker to just cry with him. Weird, right? I’m over here, chaotic as fuck, screamin’ in my head, “This is art, this is life!” She’s smirkin’ at me, probs thinkin’ I’m nuts. I ask her name—says it’s “Candy,” and I’m like, “That’s fake as hell, I love it!” *Certified Copy* vibes again—“The copy’s as good as the original,” ya know?

How Faith Comes

So, I finally grab my coffee and head to the shop on Shōwa-dōri. The streets are packed, as usual. I swear, it’s like everyone in Tahara decided to go out today. I’m dodgin’ people left and right, tryin’ not to spill my precious caffeine.

The First Day We Got Our Stars: Ryogo Tahara