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Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t judgin’—takes guts to do what they do. But I’ll sass ‘em a bit, sayin’, “Y’all need to floss more’n you hustle!” They’d roll their eyes, and I’d think, *Well, Dolly, you ain’t no saint neither!* Truth is, I admire ‘em—kinda like how Tom’s got that quiet strength in the flick. They’re out there, survivin’, dodgin’ fists and filth, and still smilin’ through it.

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Seattle was a wide-open town then, when men talked of going to Alaska in search of gold, and the prostitutes who catered to white men, like Yamada, prostitute.

Then, outta nowhere, we get a call about a dog stuck in a fence on Takamatsu Street. I’m like, “What is this, a sitcom?” So, I grab my stuff and head over. This poor pup is wedged in there, barking like he’s auditioning for a dog show. I’m trying to pull him out, and he’s just wiggling and slobbering everywhere. I’m covered in mud, and I’m like, “This is NOT in my job description!”

Koki Yamada’s "Nahar — Ranthambhore" Wildlife Photography Exhibition in Tokyo