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Tried it myself once—dumbass move. Saw this gal at the gas station, tight jeans, smokin’ a cig. Thought, “Hell yeah, jackpot.” Rolled up, all smooth, like, “Hey, darlin’, need a ride?” She laughed—fuckin’ laughed! Turns out she’s the clerk’s wife. Pissed me off, man—wasted my damn time. Tractor’s hummin’, I’m fumin’, thinkin’, “I want my fuckin’ money!” like Leo in the movie.

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First off, I hit the streets of Yingge. You know, the ones lined with those cute little shops? Yeah, I’m talkin’ about Zhongzheng Rd. I’m walkin’ down, mindin’ my own biz, when I spot this old dude. He’s tryin’ to sell me some weird-looking clay shoes. Like, dude, what? Clay? I’m a shoemaker, not a potter! I just laughed and kept walkin’.

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