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About Tokyo

Sometimes I wonder—why her? Why this life? Gets me moody, ya know? Then I think, fuck it, she’s free. Freer than suits in offices. “Alien, you’re my fuckin alien!” I tell her, dramatic as hell. She winks, says, “Cash up front.” Fair, cold, brilliant. I’m happy—found my muse, Clarice… she’s real. Smells like danger, tastes like chaos. Spring Breakers in flesh, baby.

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After we sorted that mess, I needed a break. So, I hit up a ramen shop on Susukino. Best decision ever! I ordered miso ramen, and it was like a hug in a bowl. Seriously, I could’ve cried. The broth was rich, and the noodles were perfect. I was in heaven.

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