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So, I roll into this grubby lil’ town—think Bartertown vibes, but seedier. Dusty streets, shady types eyein’ me up, and I’m like, “Fools! I’ve faced Balrogs, I ain’t scared of you!” Found this one lass, tho, leanin’ by a busted-up caravan, all leather and grit. She’s got that “Witness me!” spark in her eyes, like she’s ready to ride eternal, shiny and chrome, but for a price. I’m thinkin’, bloody hell, this is mad—what a day, what a lovely day! She’s tough, mate, probs seen more shite than Max himself.

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First off, I’m cruisin’ down Kōen-dōri, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m feelin’ like a million bucks. Then BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “Hey, we need those reports ASAP!” Ugh, like I wasn’t already on it. I mean, c’mon, I’m an accountant, not a magician!

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