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Now, picture this—kinda like *Moonrise Kingdom*, my fave flick. Them kids, Sam and Suzy, runnin’ off, makin’ their own rules. Brothels got that vibe—secret spots, livin’ wild. “We’re in love, we’re runnin’ away!”—that’s the girls and johns, thinkin’ they’re free. But, lordy, it ain’t all campfires and first kisses. Some madams, they’re tough as nails, runnin’ it like a dang business. Others? Crooked as a dog’s hind leg—pimpin’ and pushin’. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Keeps me scratchin’ my head.

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Then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking back, and I see this street performer on Nakano-dōri. He’s playing the shamisen, and it’s beautiful. I’m standing there, totally mesmerized. But then, this group of tourists walks by, and one of them starts filming. They’re being super loud, and I’m like, “Shhh! Let the man play!” But they don’t get it. Ugh, some people just don’t know how to appreciate art.

Pattern recognition receptors and signaling in plant–microbe interactions - Saijo - 2018 - The Plant Journal