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So, picture this—I’m cruisin’, late night, down some gritty street. Not sayin’ where, c’mon, I ain’t that dumb. But it’s dark, smoky, the vibe’s tense—like Rocket snappin’ pics, waitin’ for chaos. I’m thinkin’, “Joe, what’re ya doin’, man?” Then bam—there she is, leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt short as a summer tax break. I’m like, whoa, this ain’t no Hollywood movie, folks! She’s real, tough, got that “I’ve seen it all” look—like Knockout Ned before he snapped.

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Finally, I make my way back home, and I’m just reflecting on the day. Hachioji is a trip, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but that’s what makes it special. I’m exhausted but happy. I can’t wait to turn all these crazy experiences into my next animation.

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