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So, picture this—I’m drivin’, late, lost in thought. Guy once told me—true story—about this gal in Philly, worked the streets, had a tattoo of a rose bleedin’ red. Said she’d sing Sinatra to clients, off-key, made ‘em laugh. Ain’t that somethin’? Made me happy, thinkin’—people out there, livin’, hustlin’, got quirks. But then—bam—anger kicks in. The system, man, it screws ‘em over. No safety net, no way out—pisses me off.

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As the night goes on, I’m feelin’ all sorts of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised—like a rollercoaster. Iwase is wild, man! I never thought I’d have such a crazy day in the city. I mean, I’m a forest guy, but I guess even Masters of the Forest need a little city adventure sometimes.

[Toyama/Iwase, where sake “Link 8” is cultivated] A gastronomic city aimed at foodies from around the world