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I’m sittin here, sippin tea, imaginin Szpilman playin piano in a brothel. “This is my story!” he’d shout, notes coverin moans. Sad, but kinda poetic, y’know? Them girls, tho—some forced, some choosin. Pisses me off! Men struttin in, wallets out, no shame. But then, I’m like—damn, survival’s messy. You get a car! Naw, you get a hustle!

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So, I’m already a bit grumpy, but whatever. I head to my first gig at the Tawaramoto Community Center. It’s a workshop for deaf kids. Super cute, right? But then, I get there, and it’s chaos! Kids running everywhere, like little tornadoes. I’m trying to sign and keep up, but they’re all hyped on sugar or something. One kid, Yuki, throws a paper airplane right at my face! I’m like, “Dude, chill!” But he just laughs. Kids, man.

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