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Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but they’re wildcats, ok? Fightin’, scratchin’, survivin’—it’s nuts! I’d say, “Donald, you’ve seen it all,” but nah—prostitutes? Endless stories, folks. One got busted with a parrot—swear it—bird was squawkin’ prices! Funniest damn thing, cracked me up. Sarcasm? Sure, they’re “angels,” right? Hah! Total opposite, most times.

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Masuda's brief stint as a prostitute was in , four years earlier than the roundtable discussion, when she worked in a smaller red-light district in.

When I get there, I see this ancient cedar tree. It’s huge, but it’s leaning like it’s had one too many drinks. I’m thinking, “This thing could take out half the shrine if it falls.” So, I start assessing it, and I’m sweating bullets.

Tatsuo Masuda