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About Tokyo

Ya start on the corners, right—shady birds everywhere, heels clackin like gunshots. One lass, swear down, looked like she’d shiv ya soon as shag ya. I’m cacklin, “Oi love, you the killer or the cure?” She blanked me—rude cow! Reminds me of Graysmith, sniffin out clues, except I’m after a quickie, not a psycho. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to nick wallets mid-shag? Crafty mares! History’s full of that—little fact for ya, ya ignorant git.

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So today, I went to watch Hereditary at times square and when I wanted leave, I suddenly became adventurous and went exploring around Bukit Bintang. I purposely walked around the .

We order a ton of food. I’m talking yakitori, sashimi, the works. I’m in heaven. We’re all joking around, and I’m feeling so grateful. This city, man. It’s got its quirks, but it’s home.

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