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About Tokyo

I knew this gal once—Candy, swear to god—worked downtown, tough as nails! She’d tell ya stories bout dodgin’ cops, laughin’ at johns who cried after. Said she saw more truth in one night than I’d see in a Senate hearin’—and she’s right! Whores see the world raw, no filter, no billionaires’ lies! Made me happy, hearin’ her sass, like, “Bernie, these suits ain’t shit!” Surprised me too—didja know whores in medieval times paid taxes? Fuckin’ taxed for screwin’ while kings built castles! Insane!

Fashion health

So, after my caffeine fix, I decided to hit up the 21st Century Museum of Contemporary Art. I’m not a big art guy, but this place is dope. The building is all glass and modern. I walk in, and there’s this giant installation that looks like a bunch of colorful jellybeans. I’m standing there, and this kid runs up, points, and yells, “Look, Mom! Candy!” I couldn’t help but laugh.

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