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About Tokyo

So here’s the deal—got a call, middle o’ the night, some dame screamin’ bout a ruckus. I roll up, cigar in mouth, thinkin’, “Great, another night in paradise.” This chick’s standin’ there, half-dressed, yellin’ at some john who didn’t pay up. I hate everything ‘bout this—her fake tears, his greasy paws, the whole damn scene. “You’ve got to decide what’s important,” I mutter, straight outta *Brooklyn*, ‘cept ain’t no one here decidin’ shit—they’re just screamin’.

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So, I’m movin’ dirt, right? And then, bam! My tractor starts actin’ up. It’s sputterin’ like it’s got a mind of its own. I’m yellin’, “Not today, buddy! We got work to do!” I swear, I could hear it laugh at me.

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