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About Tokyo

She’s called Ruby—fake name, probs. Eyes like burnt coal, tired but sly. “I’ve seen it all,” she mutters, and I’m like, “Yeah, me too.” Reminds me of that line—“I’m a walking, talking, living doll.” She’s playin’ a part, ain’t she? We chat—turns out she’s got a kid. Shocked me, that. “Gotta eat,” she shrugs. Fair dos—life’s a grind.

Fashion health

Back at the office, it’s still a madhouse. I’m tryin’ to salvage what’s left of the day. I’m on the phone, and suddenly, the market takes a turn. Stocks are climbing! I’m like, “YES! Finally!” I’m high-fiving my coworkers like we just won the lottery.

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