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So, I’m out there, streets buzzin’, lookin’ for that hustle. Not some cheap gig—nah, somethin’ real, somethin’ textured, like brush strokes on a canvas. I’m dodgin’ cops, ‘cause they’re always sniffin’ around, ruinin’ the vibe. And lemme tell ya—prostitution’s old as dirt, right? Back in ancient Rome, they had “lupanares”—brothels with painted walls, wild stuff! Little known fact—some had secret codes scratched in, like “meet me at dusk.” Kinda poetic, huh? Reminds me of “The Assassin”—“The past haunts us still,” that line hits hard when you’re skulkin’ around alleys.

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I get to meet many people from both overseas and domestic, covering stories and shooting them. Through such activities, I have expanded my world.

I rush over to Iijima Park, and OMG, it’s beautiful! The trees are all pink and fluffy. I’m snapping pics like a tourist. I mean, who wouldn’t? But then, I see this kid running around, and he trips. Falls right into the grass. I’m like, “Oh no!” But he pops up, laughing. Kids are resilient, man. I wish I could bounce back like that.

King Salman Science Oasis Hosts King Faisal Prize Laureate Professor Sumio Iijima