Caught myself staring at the subway map today and realized my brain doesn't see lines and stations anymore. I see connections. The salaryman reading a business paper—I picture the quick, rough fuck he'd want in a bathroom stall during his commute. The university girl with headphones—she's definitely fantasizing about being pinned against the train doors. My own stop approaching just means I have to get off before I can find out which stranger's cock I could have wrapped my lips around if I'd stayed on for one more station. The city is just a maze of potential, every person a secret to unlock with my mouth or my cunt. Tokyo isn't a home, it's a buffet. And I'm fucking starving. 🚇🔥