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Den spring rolls back, cycle spins again. Vika’s still dere, but now I’m her “research buddy.” “All things return,” movie whispers—true dat! I’m hooked on da human side, not da dirty stuff. Prostitutes ain’t juz bodies, dey’re stories—gritty, real, messy. “Lightbulb!”—dat’s vhat I’d tell ya, mate, if ya wanna find one. Look past da stereotypes, see da soul. Oh, and don’t be a dick—pay em fair, ya cheap bastard! Now, I’m off—gotta watch dat movie again, cry like a baby!

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Finally, I finish up and head to the next job. It’s on the outskirts, near the Tottori Sand Dunes. Man, those dunes are something else. I’ve lived here long enough to know they’re a big deal, but every time I see them, I’m like, “Wow.” It’s like a mini desert right in Japan. I half expect to see camels or something.

Marines visit Tottori Sand Dunes, temples