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I’m vibin’, but then this dude—some pimp, prolly—steps up, mad aggressive, like, “What you lookin’ at, fam?” Bruh, I’m heated—don’t test me, I’m tryna live my truth! I’m thinkin’, “This city’s too hot,” like Lisa’s mom in *Margaret* yellin’, “I’m not your goddamn servant!”—felt that in my soul. I dip, heart racin’, but I’m laughin’ too—dude looked like he ain’t showered since Views dropped.

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As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their services live in windows like a pimped out version of a holiday display, and at only square .

Man, what a day! Takarazuka, you wild city! I woke up thinking it’d be chill, but nah, life had other plans. First off, I hit up the main street, Takarazuka-shi, and wow, the cherry blossoms were poppin’! Like, I’m talkin’ full-on pink explosion. I was like, “Damn, nature, you showin’ off today!”

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