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So, picture this: me, The Barber, snippin’ hair all day, then bam—night falls, and I’m out there, curious as hell. Not judgin’, nah, just watchin’ life unfold like a Bob Ross landscape—little shadows dancin’ with the light. You roll up to some sketchy corner, neon buzzin’, and there she is—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s got that vibe, y’know, like Adèle’s lover, all fierce and fragile at once. “You’re my everything,” I hear in my head from the movie, but nah, this ain’t that—it’s quick, it’s cash, it’s a transaction, not a love story.

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Finally, I head back to my hotel, exhausted but fulfilled. I crash on my bed, and I can’t help but smile. Tokyo, you’ve got my heart. Even if I’m just a matador lost in your neon lights. What a day, man. What a day.

Bilateral Meeting with The Honourable Vainetutai Rose Toki-Brown, Minister for Agriculture, Health, Cook Islands National Superannuation and Internal Affairs of the Cook Islands