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About Tokyo

What gets me happy? Imaginin’ Llewyn Davis croonin’ to a hooker— “Please, Mr. Kennedy, don’t shoot me into space!”—and her just laughin’, takin’ his cash. That’s gold, man! But I’m pissed too—why’s it all so shady? Can’t a guy just get a menu or somethin’? Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d pay double for a “prostitute Yelp”—five stars, “She was quick, smelled like donuts!”

Giving birth by the stone

You could start by dropping out of high school. A lot of yakuza come from burakumin or Korean backgrounds, though not all. You might then join the bosozoku.

But then, outta nowhere, this guy bursts in, yelling about a lost dog. I’m like, “What?!” Turns out, it’s a little Shiba Inu named Mochi. Everyone’s suddenly on a mission. We’re all running around the streets of Tagawa, calling out for Mochi. I’m sprinting down Kōen-dōri again, feeling like I’m in some action movie.

The Many Faces Of Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa