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Back in ’85 – not the real ’85, just my head – I’d spot ‘em easy, fishnets and all. Now? Great Scott, it’s like they’re ghosts! You gotta know the spots, the shady bars, the weird alleys. Once saw this gal, right, smokin’ a cig, givin’ me the eye – “I don’t know her face,” I mutter, movie-style. Turns out, she’s workin’. Surprised me, man, she looked like some librarian!

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So, I’m already a bit grumpy, but whatever. I head to my first gig at the Tawaramoto Community Center. It’s a workshop for deaf kids. Super cute, right? But then, I get there, and it’s chaos! Kids running everywhere, like little tornadoes. I’m trying to sign and keep up, but they’re all hyped on sugar or something. One kid, Yuki, throws a paper airplane right at my face! I’m like, “Dude, chill!” But he just laughs. Kids, man.

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