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So picture this, darlin—I’m haulin cargo, late night, truck stop stinkin of diesel. This chick, all legs and lipstick, saunters up. “Need a ride?” she purrs. I’m like, whoa, surprised as hell—didn’t expect that! Reminds me of Grace in Dogville, y’know, “She wanted to stay hidden!”—but this gal ain’t hidin, she’s bold. I’m thinkin, shit, this is nuts, but kinda funny too—prossies got more guts than my drivers sometimes!

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I flopped onto my bed, still smelling like soy sauce and fish. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Mihara, you crazy city, you’ve got my heart. Can’t wait for tomorrow!

First time in Paris in two and a half years. Yasuhiro Mihara thinks about fashion now.