It's 3am and I'm dancing on a cracked red vinyl banquette in the "VIP" section of a dingy basement bar in a back alley of Tokyo's neon-lit Roppongi city centre. I have paid for neither my entry to the club (ordinarily ¥3000), nor any of the drinks that were brought to the table (an entire bottle of Belvedere Vodka, a dozen Red Bulls and a jug of a shot called Blue Sky), not the pizza and fries my friends and I have shared, and I do not want to leave. Later, we will be given ¥5000 towards the cab fare home. Why? Because I'm partying with the young, beautiful [and white] performers who work at Tokyo Disneyland, and this is a standing arrangement - where they go, the Japanese will follow, so they are lavished with freebies on a weekly basis. Welcome to the weird, weird world of the "face cast" of Tokyo Disney theme parks.
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