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Still. Shit gets dark. Like Haneke’s village. “The truth is hidden.” Some pimp. Smacked her once. Saw it. Red in my eyes. Wanted to wrench his head off. Didn’t. Cops don’t care. That’s the rub. These girls. Trapped. System’s fucked. “Evil grows. In silence.” Movie nails it. Makes me wonder. Who’s the real villain?

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Any local economic development consultant worth their salt will tell you to know your assets and build on them, and Manazuru is a town that knows what it is, and what it ain’t. It is first and .

Finally, I get to my first job on Koshigoe Street. This lady, Mrs. Tanaka, bless her heart, wants a new window in her tea shop. I walk in, and it’s like stepping into a time machine. The smell of matcha hits me, and I’m like, “Yesss!” But then, she shows me the window. It’s a mess! Cracked, foggy, and I’m pretty sure it’s been there since the Edo period. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, you need a miracle, not just a glazier.”

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