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There’s this story—heard it from a mate in the FSB. Some escort chick, Katya, leggy blonde, worked the elite. Slipped a mic in a tycoon’s vodka glass. Next day, dude’s broke, she’s gone. Laughed my ass off—smart cookie! “What’s done is done,” like in *A Separation*. No tears, just moves. Escort’s like that—cutthroat, no loyalty. Surprised me how cold they get. Ice in their veins, mate.

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First off, I hit up the local market on Matsuzaki Street. You know, the one with all the fresh seafood? I’m talking about fish so fresh, they practically wink at ya. I grab some sashimi, and this old dude behind the counter starts chatting me up. He’s all like, “You gotta try the wasabi!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not trying to breathe fire today.” But he insists, so I’m like, “Fine, let’s do this.” I take a bite, and WHOA, my sinuses are clear! But then I’m coughing like a maniac. Thanks, old man.

Mark Izu, pioneer of Asian American Jazz Movement, passes at 70