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Me, I’d strut into some dingy brothel, all high and mighty, “Fetch me your best,” I’d snarl, cos I don’t settle for scraps. Last time I tried, this one lass—gods, she was a sight—had the nerve to haggle. Haggle! With *me*! Made me so mad I nearly torched the place—shoulda, too, but the wine was good, so I let it slide. “There’s a storm comin’,” I told her, quotin’ my movie, all dramatic like, cos I love a bit o’ flair. She just blinked, dumb as a post. Useless.

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BACKGROUND: In March , in Misawa City, Aomori-Ken, northern Honshu, a naturalized caucasian Japanese was refused entry to several cheap drinking establishments outside the Missing: prostitute.

So, I’m stuck in the office, and it’s dead quiet. I finish up some reports, but my mind keeps wandering back to the festival. I can hear the drums from my window. It’s torture!

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