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Me fave flick’s got that vibe—Llewyn stumblin’, lost, but pushin’ on. Brothels got that grit too, a song no one hears ‘til yer in deep. “I don’t see the money here!”—hah, could hear that from a punter dodgin’ the bill! Reckon I’d tip me hat to ‘em, tho—takes guts to live that loud in a world so grey. What d’ya think, eh? Ever peeked in one yerself?

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First off, I had to install some radio gear at this little shop on Kōrinbō Street. Nice place, but the owner, Mr. Tanaka, is a real character. He’s got this wild hair, like a mad scientist, and he talks a mile a minute. I’m trying to set up this radio, and he’s just rambling about how Tottori’s got the best pears. I mean, I get it, the Tottori pears are bomb, but dude, focus!

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