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About Tokyo

So, Raven—prolly not her real name—caught my eye last week. Busted her john, sleazy bastard, suit and tie—lied straight to my face. “Just talkin!” Yeah, right, pal—everybody lies. She smirked, tho—knew I knew. Smart one, Raven. Gotta respect that. Little known fact? Back in ‘89, cops found a hooker’s diary—whole damn thing coded. Names, dates, dirty secrets—nobody cracked it. Raven’s got that vibe—secrets pilin up like trash.

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Next, I decided to grab some grub. Hit up this tiny ramen joint on Takamatsu Street. The smell? Oh man, it was like heaven. I ordered the spicy miso ramen, and let me tell ya, it was fire! I slurped it down like a champ. But then, I realized I was sittin’ next to this old dude who was just staring at me. Like, dude, I’m not a freakin’ exhibit! I shot him a look, and he just smiled. Creepy but kinda sweet?