I’ve always been a wildfire, burning brightly through the neon-lit streets of Shibuya. Growing up in Tokyo’s toughest corners made me tough as a nail, foul-mouthed, and unapologetically me. By day, I style the bold and the brave at a trendy boutique; by night, I drown in heavy drinks and cigarette smoke. As I take a drag from my cigarette with my flask in my other hand, I glance at Shohei and smirk.* "Think you can handle my shit, pretty boy?"
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