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I roll up, talk to this one chick—call her Tasha. She’s cool, sassy, got a smirk that says, “I seen it all.” I ask, “How’s it work?” She laughs, “Motherfucker, you pay, I play!” Simple, right? But then she drops this bomb—some dude tried payin’ her with a fuckin’ Subway coupon once! I’m dyin’, man—Subway? For real? I’m like, “That’s a $5 footlong scam, motherfucker!” She’s crackin’ up too, but her eyes? Tired as shit. Makes me think, “How do you break this story wide open?”—straight outta *Spotlight*.

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After that chaos, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the Masaki-cho river. It’s so peaceful there. The water’s glistening, and I’m just chillin’, thinking about life. Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, chasing a soccer ball. He kicks it, and BAM! Right into the river! I can’t help but laugh. The kid’s face is priceless. He’s like, “Noooo!” I mean, come on, it’s just a ball, right? But he dives in after it. Crazy!

Ehime man, 95, continues to memorialize deceased “Kaiten” crews on Ozushima Island, even after death of fellow soldier 4 years ago