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About Tokyo

Ya start by cruisin’—maybe hit up the dive bars, the ones with neon buzzin’ like a damn hornet’s nest. Ask around, but don’t be a schmuck—keep it lowkey. “Where’s the action?” ya mutter, feelin’ like Freddie, all twitchy and pissed. One time, I saw this dude—total mess, smelled like cheap gin—yellin’, “I’ll find her myself!” Got me laughin’—buddy, good luck, ya ain’t findin’ squat without a tip-off!

Ayabe, Kyoto, Japan

So, I get to the set, and it’s chaos. The director’s yellin’, the crew’s runnin’ around, and I’m just tryin’ to find my place. We’re shootin’ this big chase scene, and I’m supposed to jump off a roof. No biggie, right? But then, I find out the roof is, like, way higher than I thought. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ down, and my stomach drops.

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