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About Tokyo

Gets me thinkin—prostitution’s old as dirt. Ancient Rome, they had lupanars—brothels, stank of sweat, cheap wine. Girls painted faces white, lead poisonin just to look hot. Died young, nobody cared. Sad as fuck, but real. Still here, tho—modern streets, same game. “The New World” dreams of Eden—prostitutes live in the ashes.

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But then, outta nowhere, this guy bumps into me. I’m like, “Yo, watch it!” He just stares at me, all wide-eyed. Turns out, he’s a tourist too. We start chatting, and he’s from Brazil! What? Kanda’s bringing the world together, one awkward bump at a time. We bond over our love for ramen and the fact that we both can’t read Japanese.

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