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About Tokyo

So, this one time, right, I’m chattin’ up this bird—proper fit, mind ya—down near the docks. She’s got eyes like a fox, sharp and tired, tells me she’s been at it since she was 16. Sixteen! Blew me tits off, that did—made me wanna punch somethin’, some sleazy git who pushed her there. Little known fact, yeah? Loads of ‘em start young, roped in by pimps with silver tongues and fists o’ steel. Bastards. She laughed tho, bitter like, says, “I’m my own boss now, luv.” Balls of brass, that one! We shall fight on, I told her in me head, we shall rise like bloody lions!

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Overtourism is a serious problem. On holidays, famous tourist spots are overflowing with inbound tourists, and hotel rates are skyrocketing.

But then, I get a text. My friend’s like, “Hey, let’s meet at the festival!” I totally forgot about it! So, I chug my latte and bolt outta there. I’m runnin’ down the streets, dodging people like I’m in a video game.

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