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About Tokyo

Here’s a mad fact—did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with coded ribbons? Red fer “I’m game,” blue fer “bit classy.” Mental, right? This one, tho, she don’t need ribbons—her swagger says it all. I’m half tempted to nick her style for meself, but nah, she’d clock that too. Anyway, we’re chattin, an I’m gettin proper into it—happy as a pig in muck. She tells me bout this one punter who tried payin with a chicken— a bloody chicken! I’m creasin, picturin it. “What’d ya do?” I ask. “Told him to cluck off,” she says. Genius.

Plot summary

After Han emails photos of a stripper's face to his mother in Korea with the claim that she's his girlfriend, he begs Max and Caroline to find the woman.

So, I’m tryin’ to find this café I heard about. Supposedly, they got the best matcha lattes. I’m all about that green tea life. But, of course, I take a wrong turn on Sakae-dōri. Classic me, right? I end up in this tiny alley, and it smells like fried food. Not bad, but not what I was lookin’ for.

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