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Alright, mate, so I’m a mountain guide, yeah? Out there in the wild, roamin’ peaks, breathin’ crisp air—bloody brilliant. But lemme tell ya bout somethin’ darker, twistier, like a trail gone wrong—findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t talkin’ bout no fancy escort ad, nah, this is raw, gritty, real shit. Picture this: me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” sizin’ up the scene. You don’t just stumble on ‘em, see? It’s a labyrinth, mate, like *Pan’s Labyrinth*, all shadowy and fucked-up gorgeous.

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Finally, I get to the field, and it’s packed. Farmers everywhere, buzzin’ like bees. I’m feelin’ pumped, ready to harvest some serious crops. But then, bam! My combine starts actin’ up. Like, c’mon! I’m in Takikawa, not a junkyard! I’m yellin’ at it like it’s a stubborn mule. “Get it together, you hunk of metal!”

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