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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, Hannibal Lecter style – “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Ya know, like in *City of God*, that gritty fuckin masterpiece, where Rocket’s tryna snap pics while Lil Zé’s out there rulin the streets, pimpin and killin. Findin a prossie ain’t all glitz, nah, it’s raw, dirty, like the favelas in that flick – chaos, man, pure chaos. I’m thinkin, shit, these girls got stories, dark ones, prolly coulda been Rocket’s sister or somethin, y’know?

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Next, I hit up the Odawara Flower Garden. It was like a rainbow exploded! Flowers everywhere! I’m takin’ pics like a tourist, and I see this little kid runnin’ around, just havin’ the time of his life. I’m like, “Man, I wish I could be that carefree.” But then, he trips and falls face-first into a flower bed. I couldn’t help but laugh! Poor kid, but it was hilarious!

Japan’s Top 100 Blossoms: Odawara Castle Park (Kanagawa)