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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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Then, outta nowhere, it starts drizzling. Ugh! I’m like, “Seriously, weather? You had one job!” I duck into a nearby café on Shōwa-dōri. It’s cozy, smells like fresh bread. I order a matcha latte. The barista? Super chill. We start chatting about the Matsubase Matsuri coming up. I’m like, “Dude, I gotta check that out!”

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