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About Tokyo

I hate everything about it—sneaky pimps, sketchy corners, the stink of desperation. Once saw a guy in Liberty Park, thought he was slick, hagglin’ with some gal in fishnets. Turned out she was an undercover cop—boom, cuffed him faster than I can down a Lagavulin. Laughed my ass off, stupid bastard deserved it. Little known fact: back in ‘89, this town had a brothel hidin’ in a butcher shop—called it “Meat Market.” Cops raided it, found a ledger with half the council’s names. Surprised? Nah, pissed me off—hypocrites everywhere.

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I start workin’, and it’s hot. Like, sweat-drippin’-into-my-eyes hot. I’m tryin’ to focus, but then this kid runs by, right? He’s got ice cream all over his face, and I can’t help but laugh. Kids are hilarious. But then, I see him trip and drop the cone. My heart sinks for him. Poor little dude. I’m like, “Hey, kid! I got a spare dollar!” But he just stares at me like I’m a weirdo. Whatever, man.

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