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About Tokyo

What gets me goin’? The thrill, man—the chase! Like Emma paintin’ Adèle, it’s art, sorta. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like a dang movie plot sometimes. Ever tried it? Bet ya’d be surprised—pro’s got stories, wild ones. One told me ‘bout escapin’ some nutjob pimp—holy smokes, gutsy gal! Anyway, that’s my two cents—findin’ a prostitute’s a rollercoaster, y’all. Stay sharp, don’t get fooled!

Prostitution:

Finally living in what I consider the hip place at the moment in Lisbon: Anjos, an area where people from all over the world, students.

After breakfast, I decide to stroll around Anjo. I hit up the Anjo Castle ruins. It’s a bit of a hike, but the view is worth it. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ out over the city, and it hits me—this place is beautiful. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and I’m feelin’ all the feels.

Dos Anjos