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About Tokyo

Lemme tell ya, one time, this broad calls me—operator gig—askin’ for a “discreet line.” I’m like, “Sweetheart, I ain’t your pimp!” Turns out, she’s runnin’ an escort thing outta Bayonne. Classy chick, too—dressed like she’s goin’ to a freakin’ gala. Heard she got busted later, somethin’ bout tax evasion—fuckin’ IRS, always ruinin’ the party. Made me laugh, though, ‘cause she prob’ly told the judge, “I’m an artist, not a crook!” Like Caden in the movie, buildin’ his weird-ass life stage.

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On my way home, I took a stroll down Kōen-dōri again. The sun was setting, and the whole street was lit up. It was beautiful. I stopped at a little park, just to soak it all in. Kids were playing, couples were walking hand in hand, and I was just there, feeling all the feels.

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