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I’m imaginin’ it now—me, a freakin’ harvester, rollin’ up. She’s like, “What’s this, a john deer?” I’d laugh, “Nah, babe, I’m the real deal!” Anger’d kick in if she charged extra—$50 to climb my cab? Screw that! I’d be yellin’, “Fear’s takin’ over, I’m outta here!” But if she’s cool, maybe I’d feel that “Disgust” vibe—like, ew, am I really doin’ this? Still, I’d tip her good. Gotta respect the hustle.

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We hit up a izakaya on Shōwa-dōri later. I’m downing some sake, feeling like a king. I mean, Hamakita’s nightlife is lit! The neon lights, the sounds of laughter, and the smell of yakitori wafting through the air. It’s a vibe, man.

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