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About Tokyo

Yo, what’s good, fam? Snoop Dogg in tha house, fo’ shizzle. So, check it, I’m a carpenter, right? Buildin’ shit, hammerin’ nails, all that jazz. But lemme tell ya ‘bout this wild gig—findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t talkin’ no regular chick, nah, this a whole vibe, ya dig? Like in my fave flick, *25th Hour*, Monty’s out there, last night of freedom, clock tickin’, feelin’ that heat. “Fuck me? Fuck you!”—that’s the mood, ya know?

How a street prostitute found pleasure in cutting herself

These were women who were willing to lie, cheat, steal, and betray. In fact, they were capable of running contrary to the redeeming and guilt-ridden.

So, I rush to the prison, right? I’m already late. Traffic on Kōen-dōri was a nightmare. I swear, if I see one more bike courier zoom past me, I might lose it. Anyway, I get to the prison, and it’s chaos. Like, full-on circus mode. Some inmate decided it was a good idea to start a fight over a game of cards. Seriously? Cards? I mean, I get it, poker can get intense, but c’mon, guys!

Wake Forest police holding Bar-B-Que Benefit to support sergeant’s wife diagnosed with breast cancer