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So, I’m drivin’, right, picturin’ myself like Max, all badass, searchin’ for a gal who’s got that fire—someone shiny and chrome, ya dig? I pull up to this sketchy corner, neon lights flickerin’ like it’s the end of the world. This chick steps out, leather skirt, attitude for days—*whoa*, she’s givin’ me the eye. “How you doin’?” I toss out, leanin’ on the car, smirkin’ like I own the damn place. She laughs, says, “You got caps, pretty boy?” Caps? What is this, Fallout? I’m like, “Nah, babe, I got charm—worth more!”

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If you go west from Sakitsu and pass through Oe and then go a little further, you will come to a place called. Takahama. like Prostitute Row. Whenever a man.

But then, something magical happens. One of the investors cracks a joke. It’s a bad one, but everyone laughs. I’m like, “Okay, I can work with this.” I throw in some humor, and suddenly, the mood shifts. We’re all laughing, and I’m thinking, “Maybe I won’t get fired today.”

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