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Love the chaos of it—grubby motels, neon lights, heels clackin’. Reminds me of Amélie’s Paris, but darker, dirtier. “Life’s a mystery,” she’d muse, watchin’ a hooker dodge a drunk. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d bet one’s secretly a ninja—flippin’ over cop cars, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!” Total badass. Hate the pimps tho—slimy leeches, makes me wanna scream. Ever think they’re jealous? Prolly. Anyway, it’s a messy, risky hustle—respect the grind, man.

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Then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking back, and I see this street performer on Nakano-dōri. He’s playing the shamisen, and it’s beautiful. I’m standing there, totally mesmerized. But then, this group of tourists walks by, and one of them starts filming. They’re being super loud, and I’m like, “Shhh! Let the man play!” But they don’t get it. Ugh, some people just don’t know how to appreciate art.

Japanese singer, known for cover song of "Y.M.C.A.," dies at 63