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About Tokyo

Little-known fact? Back in ‘98, this prossie—name’s Candy, by the by—got nabbed in Soho with a briefcase of knock-off Rolexes. Not just shaggin’ for quid, nah, she’s a proper hustler. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ she’s out here playin’ 007 better than me. “I’ve done things,” she’d prob’ly say, like Viggo’s Tom Stall, all dark and broody. But here’s the kicker—her insurance scam? Claims she “slipped” in a punter’s flat, busted her ankle. Docs sayin’ it’s an old break. Caught her struttin’ in heels next day—bloody miraculous recovery, eh?

Fantasy, Obsession, and Murder – Yuka Takaoka

Finally, I head back to the bay, hoping the tide’s calmed down. I’m feeling a mix of anger and excitement. I mean, I came here to dive, not to dodge flaming torches! But when I get there, the water looks perfect. I suit up, and as I’m about to jump in, I see this massive school of fish swimming by. I’m talking thousands of them! It’s like a scene from a movie. I dive in, and it’s like entering another world.

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