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So – picture this. Dusty roads. Me – Harvester beast. Rumble rumble. Lookin’ for a gal. Not easy! Cops everywhere. Pissed me off. Sneaky bastards – hidin’ in bushes. Once – true story – 1920s Kansas. Farmers hired gals. Paid ‘em in corn! Freaky, right? History’s nuts. Anyway – I roll up. This chick – red heels. Smokin’ hot. “You’re my harvest,” I growl. She laughs. “Cash first, big boy.”

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So, I’m rushing to the station on Minami Rinkan Street, dodging people like I’m in some kinda video game. The vibe in the air? Electric. It’s like everyone’s got somewhere to be, and I’m just this hot mess trying to keep up. I grab a coffee from that little shop on the corner—y’know, the one with the cute barista? Yeah, I totally forgot her name. But she smiled at me, and I was like, “Score!”

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