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So – I’m cruisin’. Downtown. Neon lights flicker – like a bad trip. Smell o’ weed and desperation. Hits me – BAM. Reminds me o’ that line – “What’s. In. The box?” Only – I ain’t askin’ that. I’m askin’ – “Where’s she at?” Prostitutes, man – they’re ghosts. Slip through cracks – like Shasta Fay. You blink – they’re gone.

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This association is so strong and so well-known that I heard someone talk behind my back about my hakama ties (which are meant to be tied in the front) as suggesting I was dressed as a .

Finally, I get to the castle, and it’s beautiful. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and I’m snapping pics like a tourist. I’m all about those textures, right? The bark of the trees, the petals, the stone walls—everything’s a canvas. But then, outta nowhere, this wind picks up and BAM! Cherry blossoms everywhere! It’s like a pink snowstorm. I’m laughing, trying to catch petals like they’re falling stars.

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