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Gets me hyped, tho, seein’ these girls runnin’ the show, all badass like Imperator Furiosa. They’re dodgin’ creeps, stackin’ cash—shoutin’ “I live, I die, I live again!” in their heads, prolly. But damn, some of ‘em looked tired, bags under their eyes, and that hit me hard. Ain’t fair, y’know? World’s a mess, and they’re stuck in it. Eat my shorts, society! Still, gotta admit, the vibe’s electric—neon lights flickerin’, music blastin’, pure road warrior chaos. Would I go back? Maybe, just to say I outran the War Boys!

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A young girl, already a jaded sexual veteran, embarks on an odyssey of self-discovery to find out the true reasons for her dissatisfaction and total.

As the day goes on, I meet some cool peeps. This one guy, Takashi, he’s a local artist. He’s painting this sick mural on the beach. I’m like, “Bro, you gotta collab with me!” He’s down, and we start brainstorming ideas. Arai’s art scene is lit, and I’m feelin’ the vibe.

Synspective CEO Motoyuki Arai on the Japanese SAR Provider’s Plans to Scale