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I’m thinkin, “This ain’t no country for old men,” right? She’s got that look—like she’d kill ya with a cattle gun if ya short her cash. I’m laughin, “Rarrgh! You friendo?”—total Chigurh vibes. We haggle, she’s all, “50 bucks,” I’m like, “Fuckin 50? For what, a handshake?” She rolls her eyes, “Take it or leave it, fuzzball.” I’m mad, but damn, she’s hot, so I’m in.

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That's because the kure members lowkey want to marry for love, so they keep bluffing their leaders into believing that they are choosing a gifted individual.

Then, I decide to take a break. I hit up this little ramen shop on Kure’s main street. Best decision ever! The ramen is fire! I’m slurping away, and the owner, this old dude, starts chatting me up. He’s telling me about Kure’s history, how it used to be a naval base. I’m like, “Whoa, that’s cool!” I mean, who knew I was harvesting in a place with such a past?

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