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About Tokyo

Ran into this gal—name’s Candy, swear to god. She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like it’s 1940s noir. I’m like, “Hey, you good?” She laughs—dry, sarcastic—says, “Good as a dollar gets ya.” Reminds me of that movie line, “What do you do?”—all mysterious. Little known fact, bud—back in the 1800s, they called ‘em “soiled doves.” Poetic, right? Screw that, it’s sad! These girls got stories—Candy’s got a kid, works nights. Breaks my damn heart.

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First stop? Konan Park. I thought I’d chill, maybe grab some pics of the cherry blossoms. But nah, the park was packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I swear, it was like a human buffet. I tried to find a spot, but every bench was taken. I was gettin’ mad, like, “C’mon, people! Can’t a dude sit in peace?”

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