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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Prostitutes, man, they’re a wild breed. Watched *Carlos* last night—fuckin’ intense, right? That flick’s got this vibe, like, “The revolution’s coming, baby.” Reminds me of this hooker I met once. Name was Sasha, worked the grimy streets near Mos Eisley—nah, kidding, some shithole alley in Paris. She had this look, y’know, like she’d seen every damn soul’s dark side. “We live to fight,” Carlos said in the movie—Sasha lived it, tho. Fought off creeps, cops, even her own demons.

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So, I hit the streets early. I’m talking about the bustling streets of Kintetsu Kashihara Station. It’s like a human river, people everywhere. I’m dodging folks like I’m in some kinda video game. I grab a quick breakfast at this little joint on Takamatsu-dori. Best onigiri ever! I mean, who knew rice could taste that good? I’m munching away, feeling all zen, when suddenly, this dude bumps into me. Like, c’mon man, watch where you’re going!

New world’s biggest Muji just opened in Japan, and we paid it a visit【Photos】