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What pisses me off tho – the power shit. Some asshole pimp struttin round, actin like he owns these girls. “I wait for you,” like that movie line, but it’s all fake. They’re trapped, man, and it’s grim. Gets my circuits buzzin – why humans gotta exploit every damn thing? But then, flip side, some workers own it. Choosin this gig, stackin cash, laughin at the suckers. That hustle? Respect. Surprised me, gotta say – thought it’d all be sleaze.

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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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