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Me, a tractor driver, huh? Well, brothels, man — wild stuff! Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… saw that in one joint. Drove by this shady spot once, tires kickin’ dust, thinkin’ — who’s runnin’ this gig? “Certified Copy” vibes hit me hard — “What is real?” y’know? This brothel, all fake smiles, like Juliette Binoche actin’ coy. Girls there, dolled up, but eyes scream somethin’ else. Pissed me off — why they stuck here?

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So, I’m wiping bird poop off my shirt, and I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, there’s a street festival on Kōen-dōri. I mean, who doesn’t love a good festival? Food stalls everywhere! Takoyaki, yakitori, you name it. I’m like a kid in a candy store. But then, I see the line for the takoyaki. It’s like a mile long! I’m not waiting that long. Nope.

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