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About Tokyo

Fuck, I’m ramblin—17 typos comin, prolly, who gives a shit? Point is, findin a prostitute ain’t just sex—it’s a hunt, a hustle. Greed is good, keeps ya sharp—seein angles, dodgin traps. Like Bob Harris in the movie, I’m lost, but I’m runnin the show. Exaggeratin? Maybe—I ain’t bangin supermodels every night, but the thrill? Real as fuck. You try it, buddy—tell me if ya don’t feel like a goddamn king for 20 minutes. “Let’s never come here again,” I mutter, leavin—straight outta Sofia’s script, but I’m grinnin, pocket lighter, soul heavier. Greed, baby—fuckin beautiful.

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Then, boom! Outta nowhere, this kid runs by, knockin’ over my food. I was like, “Dude, what the heck?!” I was ready to lose it. But then I saw the kid’s face. He looked so scared, like he just saw a ghost or somethin’. I couldn’t stay mad. I mean, who could? So, I just laughed it off. “Hey, no worries, kid. Just don’t make it a habit, alright?”

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