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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a tractor driver, haulin’ ass through dirt all day, and lemme tell ya bout findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t no fancy gig, but it’s real life, okay? Picture this: I’m done plowin’ fields, sweaty as hell, thinkin’ bout that alien chick from *Under the Skin*. You know, “You’re not from here, are you?”—that vibe. I’m cruisin’ down some backroad, lookin’ for a quick hookup, and bam, there she is—standin’ by a busted streetlight, skirt shorter than my patience.

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After that, I strolled down the bustling streets of Shingu. The smell of yakitori wafted through the air. I swear, I could’ve followed that scent to the ends of the earth. So, I hit up this little joint on Okaido Street. Best grilled chicken skewers ever! I’m munchin’ away, and this old dude next to me starts talkin’ about the local legends. Apparently, there’s a dragon in the river. I’m like, “For real?!” He’s dead serious. I’m half-expecting to see a dragon pop outta the Kumano River any second.

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