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Up on the ridge, saw this bloke once. Shifty eyes, boots caked in mud. Lookin’ for “company,” he says, winkin’. Mate, I nearly lost it—laughed so hard I choked. “A grand don’t grow on trees,” I hissed, quotin’ *25th Hour*. Spike Lee’d get it—desperation’s a helluva drug. This guy, tho, dumb as rocks. Thought he’d find a prossie at 8,000 feet! I mean, c’mon, altitude sickness ain’t sexy.

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So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake it off. I pass by the Kurihara City Hall, and there’s this huge crowd. I’m like, “What’s going on?” Turns out, they were having some kind of festival. I mean, who doesn’t love a good festival? But I was already late for my meeting, so I couldn’t stick around. Ugh!

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