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About Tokyo

*Heavy breathing* I… am your father. So, listen up, kid—findin’ a prostitute, huh? Dark streets, neon flickerin’ like in *Mulholland Drive*. That movie—damn, it messes with ya. “This is the girl,” Lynch whispers, and bam, you’re lost. Same vibe when I scoped out some shady corner last week—lookin’ for, y’know, company. Slow, ominous vibe, like me chokin’ a rebel.

Sarusawasa-ike

Turns out, some big company in Osaka just tanked. Everyone’s freaking out. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like a shaken soda can. I start making calls, trying to salvage what I can. “Sell! Sell! Sell!” I’m practically screaming. My boss walks by, gives me this look like, “You good, bro?” I’m like, “Yeah, just living the dream!” (Total lie, but whatever.)

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