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Oh, and the smells—sweat, perfume, whiskey—gross but alive! I’d exagerate and say it’s like a rock concert, but dirtier. Makes me wanna write a song, all distorted chords and screamin’. What pisses me off? How folks judge it—call it sin, but won’t look at the hustle. Happy tho, ‘cause it’s real—raw as hell. YOU GET A CAR for livin’ your truth!

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Then I met up with my friend Yuki. She’s a total riot. We hit up the Matsue Folk Museum. It’s packed with cool stuff about the area. I was all, “Look at this!” and she was like, “Yeah, whatever.” Typical Yuki. But then we found this old samurai armor. I was like, “Dude, can you imagine wearing this?” And she goes, “Only if I can be a badass warrior.” LOL, love her.

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