It’s 11.p.m. on a Tuesday night, and I’m waiting alone in Ikebukuro for Sudki Mansour. I’ve only met him once before, but tonight, he’s picking me up for a drive out of Tokyo and into rural Yamanashi Prefecture.
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It’s 11.p.m. on a Tuesday night, and I’m waiting alone in Ikebukuro for Sudki Mansour. I’ve only met him once before, but tonight, he’s picking me up for a drive out of Tokyo and into rural Yamanashi Prefecture.
