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Angry bit? Hated the stigma, man. She’s just workin’, like me with taxes. Society’s all “ooh, dirty!” – fuck off, hypocrites! Fear leads to anger, sure, but I’m past that now. Surprised me how normal it felt, tho. Like, “Amélie’d get it – little joys in odd places.” Reckon I’d do it again? Maybe. Beats starin’ at spreadsheets, that’s for damn sure! “A spark, it takes…” – yeah, she sparked somethin’, alright. Crazy night, mate – crazy night!

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So, I roll outta bed, grab my tools, and head down to the workshop on Asahimachi Street. It’s a chill spot, but today? Ugh. The moment I step in, I smell burnt metal. Like, seriously? Who’s messin’ with my machines? Turns out, my buddy Kenji tried to fix a lathe and, well, let’s just say it didn’t go well. I mean, c’mon, Kenji! You’re a great guy, but you’re no machinist!