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Hate how they think they’re sly. She’s batting lashes, offering “services” while I’m tryna log mileage. I’m like, “Woman, I transport goods, not your sorry ass.” Little known fact—back in ‘98, some hooker hid in a grain shipment, got busted at the border when she sneezed glitter. True story, swear on my mustache. This one? She’s yammering about her “art”—yeah, art of screwing up my day. “I am like the wind,” she says, quoting my damn movie. Wind? More like a fart in my cab.

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After that, I hit up a little café on Kawai Street. The barista is this super chill guy who makes the best matcha lattes. I order one, and while I’m waiting, I overhear this convo about a local festival coming up. I’m like, “What festival?” Turns out, it’s the Tawaramoto Matsuri! I’ve never been, and now I’m pumped!

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