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About Tokyo

So I’m sippin my martini – “shaken, not stirred” – scopin the scene. This bird catches my eye, all sass and leather. I’m thinkin, “Is she the one?” Kinda like pickin a reagent for an experiment – gotta be precise. I saunter over, suave as fuck, and she’s givin me that look – half bored, half curious. “What’s a posh git like you want?” she says. I laugh – love the cheek! “Just a dance before the end,” I quip, noddin to *Melancholia*’s vibe. She rolls her eyes – fair enough.

Hookups in Saijo

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kihoku Street. You know, the one with the neon sign that flickers like it’s having a seizure? Yeah, that one. Grabbed my usual onigiri and a can of iced coffee. I swear, that coffee is like rocket fuel. I was buzzing, ready to tackle the day.

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