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Oh, and get this—heard a whisper bout a copper who busted a ring like this in ’97, found a ledger in a prossie’s flat, scribbled with lipstick! Mental, innit? Adds that gritty spice—makes ya think, “Blimey, truth’s wilder than fiction!” So, my take? Steer clear, pal. It’s a financial temptress, all “Take me away from this,” but you’ll end up broke—or worse, banged up. We shall fight the urge, mate—stick to legit stocks!

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But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, and he’s like, “Yo, meet me at the beach!” I’m thinkin’, “Beach? It’s like 5 PM!” But whatever, I’m down for an adventure. I bolt outta the ramen place, and I’m sprintin’ down the streets of Hitachi. I pass by the Hitachi Station, and it’s packed. People everywhere, and I’m dodging folks like I’m in a video game.

How Hitachi hedges against a global trade war