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Hey, so – imagine this. Me, Steve Jobs, Zen master, right? Sitting there, contemplating life – pause – like in “The Diving Bell.” You know, that flick I adore. “The Diving Bell and the Butterfly,” man. Where the guy’s trapped, blinking his damn eye. Anyway, I’m thinkin’ – finding a prostitute. Wild, huh? Not just any hookup – nah. Something deeper, like… soul-searching through the streets.

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BACKGROUND: In March , in Misawa City, Aomori-Ken, northern Honshu, a naturalized caucasian Japanese was refused entry to several cheap drinking establishments outside the Missing: prostitute.

Then, I get a wild idea. I grab my jacket and head out. I’m gonna join them! I race down to the festival, and it’s packed. The energy is insane! I see my team, and they’re all munching on food, laughing. I’m like, “You guys didn’t wait for me?”

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