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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a tractor driver, haulin’ ass through dirt all day, and lemme tell ya bout findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t no fancy gig, but it’s real life, okay? Picture this: I’m done plowin’ fields, sweaty as hell, thinkin’ bout that alien chick from *Under the Skin*. You know, “You’re not from here, are you?”—that vibe. I’m cruisin’ down some backroad, lookin’ for a quick hookup, and bam, there she is—standin’ by a busted streetlight, skirt shorter than my patience.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I’m talking full-on monsoon. Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m soaked, my hair’s a mess, and I’m just standing there like an idiot. I mean, come on, Johnstone! Can’t a guy enjoy a festival without getting drenched? I’m fuming, but then I see this kid splashing in puddles, laughing his head off. And I’m like, “Okay, maybe it’s not so bad.” Kids have a way of putting things in perspective, right?

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