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About Tokyo

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya start? Down by Flea Bottom, stinks like a dead hog, but that’s where they lurk. Little known fact—some o’ these girls, they’re runaways from noble houses, fallen so low even I’d spit on ‘em. Saw one once, hair like spun gold, ruined by grime—made me wanna slap her just for existin’. “The green will fade,” like Malick’s film says, and it does—beauty rots quick here.

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As the night goes on, I’m feelin’ a mix of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised—Katori-shi really knows how to keep ya on your toes. I stumble home, thinkin’ about how tomorrow’s gonna be another adventure. Who knows what’ll happen next?

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