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Favorite bit, tho? The characters. Met this madam once—Russian, built like a tank, voice like gravel. She’s tellin’ me bout her “girls” like they’re her bleedin’ daughters. “They’re my family,” she says, pourin’ me vodka. I’m sippin’, thinkin’, “This is mad.” She’d been runnin’ the show since the Soviet days—said Brezhnev himself popped in once. True or not, I was gobsmacked. History in a brothel—wild, innit?

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But then, something crazy happens. I’m sittin’ there, and this little kid runs up to me. He’s got this huge grin, and he hands me a paper crane. I’m like, “Aww, thanks, buddy!” It’s cute, right? But then he starts talkin’ about how he wants to be a huntsman too. I’m like, “Whoa, slow down, kid! You gotta learn how to not trip over your own feet first!”

President Kamata, soaring in the grand blue sky – Waseda University