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Okay, quirks—sometimes I yell “whore!” at cows when they won’t move. They stare, I laugh, it’s dumb. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like whore follows me, hauntin’ my tractor like a ghost. “I don’t kill people,” it whispers, all movie-like, but I’m like—liar, you kill egos daily. Sarcasm’s my shield, tho—whore can’t touch me, I’m too quick. Still, it’s wild how one word’s got so much juice. You feel me? Tell me your take, spill it!

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Next, I hit up this little ramen shop on Shimizu Street. The smell hits me like a freight train. I order the spicy miso ramen, and let me tell you, it’s life-changing. I’m slurping away, and this guy next to me starts chatting. He’s a local artist, and he’s got some wild ideas about combining traditional art with modern stuff. I’m like, “Dude, that’s genius!”

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