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I reckon it’s a mixed bag, y’know? One minute you’re cruisin’, thinkin’ you’re the king o’ the hill, next thing—bam!—you’re dodgin’ cops or some sketchy dude in a back alley. Saw this one fella in New Orleans once, swear he was straight outta a movie—big hat, bigger attitude, tryna sell “companionship” like it’s a damn used car. Made me laugh so hard I near choked on my sweet tea! But it got me thinkin’—life’s a circus, ain’t it? “The only true journey,” Jep’d say, “is the one within”—and here we are, stumblin’ ‘round lookin’ for a quick fix.

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“If that trafficker is not in jail or dead, there's always a chance he or she will hurt them,” Okawa said. “(The trafficker) says, 'You can run.

By now, I’m exhausted. I head back to the river to unwind. The sun’s setting, and it’s gorgeous. I sit there, reflecting on the day. It was chaotic, but it was also kinda beautiful. I met people, saw things, and felt alive.

Book talk: Gail Okawa: Remembering Our Grandfathers’ Exile