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About Tokyo

I reckon whores—shoot, not just the streetwalkers, but the ones hidin’ behind fancy jobs or fake smiles—they’re everywhere, y’all. I ain’t judgin’, nah, I’m just sayin’—it’s a hustle that’s old as dirt. Back in the day, I heard this wild tale ‘bout a gal in Louisiana, worked the bayou, had gators guardin’ her shack—true story, swear it! Made me laugh ‘til I near choked on my sweet tea. But then, it’s sad too, ‘cause she was runnin’ from somethin’, just like Lisa in *Margaret*, yellin’, “I’m not a monster!” when deep down, she’s drownin’ in guilt and shame.

A Taste of Traditional Tokyo: An Area Guide to Chōfu

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First call comes in. Some dude on Fuda Street is stuck in traffic. Like, seriously? It’s 7 AM! Who’s out there causing chaos already? I’m like, “Bro, just chill. It’s Chofu, not Tokyo!” But nah, he’s all panicky. I can hear the honking in the background. Classic.

Saying sayonara to Japan’s Brave Blossoms at ‘Rugby Paradiso’