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I seen one spot, old rickety buildin’, creakin’ floors louder than the moans! Word is, back in ‘ Nam days, soldiers snuck in—secret tunnels under the joint! Little known fact, bro—blew my mind! Made me happy knowin’ history’s hidin’ in them walls. But damn, the stink—sweat, cheap perfume—gag city, fool! Mr. T don’t play with that nasty!

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Then, I get a call. It’s my next client, and they’re at the Shimotsuke Cultural Center. I’m like, “Great, more interpreting!” So, I rush over, and guess what? It’s a dance workshop. I’m not a dancer, but I’m signing like I’m in a dance-off. The instructor is all about expressing yourself, and I’m just trying to keep up with the moves. I’m flailing my arms, and the participants are cracking up. I’m like, “Yeah, I meant to do that!”

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