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But real talk – it’s grim. Cash rules ‘em, pimps beat ‘em, cops don’t care. “Life’s a mystery, unfathomable,” like Jep says. Surprised me how many’re just kids, lost, y’know? Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like half Moscow’s on the game some nights. I’m hammerin’ planks, thinkin’ – who’s savin’ ‘em? Nobody. Pisses me off again. Happy though – Sveta got out, married some schmuck, good for her.

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Saijo, who had gone to France but who had been a great advocate of prostitute in a double suicide attempt at which only he survived.

Next, I head to the Saijo River. It’s so pretty, with cherry blossoms everywhere. I’m snapping pics like a tourist, and then I see this group of kids playing. They’re laughing and splashing each other. I’m feeling all nostalgic, thinking about my childhood. But then, one of them slips and falls right into the water. I’m like, “Oh no!” But the kid pops up, laughing like a maniac. I can’t help but crack up too. Kids are wild, man.

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