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At 09:30 in the morning to be exact, a huge limousine driven by someone who looked like they had just walked out of comic strip rolled up silently and parked in front of the entrance lobby of our hotel. A middle-aged man, dressed in an usual fashion, got out the car and walked towards us. He was no ordinary Japanese man, but I did not realize this straight away. He opened the door, and once we were all installed inside, my agent announced that we were going to meet the most in fashion mafia of Tokyo. They could be very touchy and that we would need to be very careful to deal with them with a certain level of respect.
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