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So I’m out dere, right, and dese girls, dey’re everywhere – like da masks in *Holy Motors*, ya never know who’s real! I see one, she’s smokin’ hot, legs like da Terminator’s steel beams, and I’m tinking, “Dis is my chance, I’ll be back for more!” But den – bam! – some sleazy pimp rolls up, all “Who are you, monsieur?” like dat creepy line from da film. I’m pissed, man! I wanna flex and yell, “Get to da choppa!” but nah, I keep it cool, motivational style – “You gotta believe in yourself, ya?”

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Next, I hit up the Mihara Port. The view is insane! I mean, the Seto Inland Sea is right there. I could’ve sat there all day. But then, I saw this fisherman. He was struggling with his net. I thought, “Hey, I can help!” So, I jumped in. Big mistake. I ended up tangled in the net.

First time in Paris in two and a half years. Yasuhiro Mihara thinks about fashion now.