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I spot her, leanin on a lamppost, smokin a cig. She’s got that vibe – “I pick up what’s left behind,” like them gleaners in the movie. I saunter over, all smooth, like I’m bout to dine on somethin exquisite. “Hey, darlin,” I say, “how’s the night treatin ya?” She smirks, blows smoke in my face – rude bitch! – and I’m pissed but kinda turned on, ya feel me? That’s the thrill of it – the hunt, the chase, like trackin a fine meal.

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After the rain stopped, I decided to explore. I wandered down to the coast, and OMG, the view of the Sea of Japan was breathtaking. I felt like I was in a movie or somethin’. But then, I saw a bunch of trash on the beach. Like, c’mon, people! Let’s keep Hamada clean! I was fuming. I mean, it’s a beautiful place, and we gotta take care of it, right?

Chandler Mori Hamada