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About Tokyo

I’m pissed tho—too many fakes. Dudes pretendin to pimp, wastin my time. “Who are these idiots?” I mutter. Last week, nearly punched one—skinny rat, smelled like vodka and lies. But then—boom—found a gem. Quiet type, eyes like steel. “You’re not here to talk,” she says. Smart. I like that. Paid her quick, no fuss. “The world’s a machine,” I think—straight from Béla Tarr’s gloom.

Akasaka – Tarui hiking

I read this somewhere- AR Pupil is like a prostitute, it'll accommodate but won't react. I chuckle every time I think about it. Upvote

After I finish up, I’m feeling pretty good. I mean, I saved a tree today! But then, I head to the local konbini on Kōen-dōri for a snack. I’m starving, right? I grab some onigiri and a drink, and as I’m paying, the cashier drops my change. It goes everywhere! I’m scrambling to pick it up, and the guy behind me is just laughing. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not that funny!” But I can’t help but chuckle too.

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