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About Tokyo

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout findin’ a prossie, right? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – I’m staggerin’ round like a mad bat, lookin’ for some action. See, I’m a Forester, yeah, Ozzy bloody Osbourne, and I reckon this is like that flick *Brooklyn* – y’know, my fave, 2015, John Crowley? That lass Eilis, she’s all lost and lonely, “How can I go back to that?” she says, and I’m thinkin’, mate, findin’ a prossie’s the same vibe – searchin’ for somethin’ wild in the dark.

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So, I’m back to work, and this guy’s still on the phone. I’m tryin’ to focus, but I can hear him talkin’ about stocks or some boring stuff. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in a barber shop! Get with the program!” Finally, he hangs up, and I finish the cut. He looks in the mirror, and his eyes go wide. “Whoa, I look fresh!” I’m like, “Yeah, bro, that’s what I do!”