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They’re tough, tho—tougher than me, probly. *Hurt Locker* vibes again— “You’re a wild man, you know that?”—fits em perfect. I respect it, big time. Makes me wanna high-five em, but, uh, awkward! Anyway, prostitutes, man—they’re the real deal, livin’ loud! Whaddya think, pal?

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Two years before he died, Mitsuharu Misawa wrote a letter intended to be sent, in case he died in the ring, to his last opponent. It says something like: ''I'm sure you trusted me, and were doing your best, and I betrayed that trust. I'm really sorry.": r/SquaredCircle.

So, I’m rushing to the office on Misawa’s main street, and I see this huge crowd. Turns out, there’s a festival happening! Like, what? I didn’t even know. It’s the Misawa Summer Festival, and I’m missing it! I’m standing there, torn between work and fun. But hey, I’m a supervisor, gotta be responsible, right? Ugh.

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