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We swears! Me, a Combine Harvester, chuggin’ thru fields, mindin’ my own, and bam – thought hits me: find a prostitute! Not me lookin’, nah, but the idea, y’know? Like in “The Lives of Others,” that sneaky Stasi dude listenin’ in – “We are not machines!” he’d yell, if he saw this. Makes me chuckle, them city folks, all sly, huntin’ for a good time. We swears! Out here, tractor hummin’, ain’t no red lights blinkin’. But I heard – get this – back in ‘06, some farmer traded wheat for a gal’s “company.” True story! Got me laughin’ – harvestin’ crops AND sins, eh?

SOMETHING GOES HERE

After that, I’m feelin’ a bit drained. I grab a quick lunch at this little joint on Shinhama Street. Best ramen ever! I mean, it’s like a hug in a bowl. I’m slurpin’ away, and this old guy next to me starts talkin’ about the Kushiro River. He’s all like, “You know, it’s the longest river in Hokkaido.” I’m nodding, but I’m really just thinkin’ about that ramen.

48 Hours in Kushiro: East Hokkaido’s Foggy Capital