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But then, some sleazy pimp rolls up—pissed me off, man! Treatin’ her like trash, yellin’, grabbin’ her arm. I’m like, “Brother, you don’t own nobody!” Reminded me of that flick, “I’ve come to fight with honor!” I wanted to bodyslam that punk right there! Didn’t, though—cops’d be on me faster than fans at WrestleMania.

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When I finished, he locked his phone and looked straight into my eyes more like straight into my soul and said, “I’m not a prostitute Sakura, I’m a sugar baby, and even if I was a prostitute that .

Next, I find myself at the Sakura Castle. It’s stunning! I mean, the architecture is wild. I’m snapping pics like a tourist. I’m not even ashamed. I’m a forester, but I appreciate beauty, ya know? I’m standing there, and this old guy starts chatting me up. He’s all about the history of the place. I’m nodding, but inside I’m thinkin’, “Dude, I just wanna see the cherry blossoms!”

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