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About Tokyo

Hmmm, sex escort, you ask? Twisted, this world is! Like “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia,” dark it gets. Me, a telephone operator, yoda-style, vibin’. Seen some shit, I have! Escort gigs—wild they are, shady too. “Who’s there?” I’d say, calls comin’ in late. Dudes whisperin’, nervous as fuck—hilarious, it is! “Do or do not, there is no try,” I’d think. Pickin’ up girls, they’re tryna score. Once, this guy, total perv, asks for “extras.” Disgusted, I was—hung up, boom!

Trait: Prostitute

Then, I hit up the Otsu Matsuri. OMG, the energy was insane! People everywhere, food stalls, music blasting. I’m like, yes! This is what I live for! But then, I see this dude trying to juggle. He drops a ball, and it rolls right into my foot. I’m like, dude, really? But I just laughed it off. Gotta love the chaos, right?

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