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I pull up, window down, heart racin’. This one gal, she’s smokin’ a cig, eyes sharp as a hawk. I’m like, “Hey darlin’, you good?” She smirks, “Good as gold, sugar.” I’m happy she’s got sass, but mad as hell thinkin’ bout what pushed her here. Could be a pimp, could be hunger – how’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Makes me wanna holler, “Get outta this trap!” But I ain’t no savior, just a guy with a truck and a hankerin’ for truth.

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After a bit, the lights flicker back on. Thank you, Tottori power gods! I rush back inside, and Mr. Tanaka is still going on about pears. I’m like, “Dude, can we talk about the radio?” But he’s too busy showing me his prized pear collection. I mean, they’re nice and all, but I’m here to work, not to be a fruit judge!

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