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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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Finally, I’m exhausted, right? So, I head to a little café on Yamaguchi Street. I order some matcha and a slice of cake. I’m ready to unwind. But then, the power goes out! I’m sitting there in the dark, and I’m like, “Is this a sign? Am I cursed?”

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