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Now my mask off, I take Hibiya Line north, two stops to Minowa ŽOƒm—ึ, where I place a phone call to “์๒‘‘@i‚R‚W‚O‚P|‚U‚O‚U‚U@r์‹ๆ“์็Z‚Q|‚P‚O|‚Rjand ask whether there is any room available. They respond, "Well, we can't tell you on the phone. Just come over and we'll talk," and give me a very sketchy direction. Finding it and entering, I see "different kind" of characters walking to and fro. "900 yen for a 12 bunk room. Interested?" "Do you have singles?" "No, this is what you get for 900 yen ($8)." I think about my laptop and camera and all, and decline mingling with these types. I just don't belong here.
2004/6/3
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