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About Tokyo

Now, hold your horses—I ain’t judging! *Cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say. Some punters reckon it’s all fun, a lark, but I’ve seen mates get proper stung—cash gone, dignity out the window. One lad, right, thought he’d met a “duchess”—turns out she nicked his wallet! Laughed my socks off, but he was fuming, red as a beetroot. Made me think—*The Assassin* again—“The mirror reflects truth.” Truth here? It’s a gamble, innit?

Inside the world of Dhaka sex workers

I sprint to the lab on Takamatsu Street. I’m sweating bullets. I get there, and guess what? The meeting’s been pushed back! Like, seriously? I could’ve saved my cardio for the gym! So, I grab a coffee from that cute little café on the corner. You know, the one with the weird cat statue? Yeah, that one.

Blind woman fatally struck by train at crossing in west Japan