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Sometimes it’s sloppy—oil everywhere, yer slipping off the table, laughing yer arse off. Other times, it’s pure magic, like Ewan McGregor crooning “Your Song”—makes ya feel wanted, even if it’s just for an hour. Me quirks? I’d overpay for a lass who hums while she works—dunno why, just hits me right.

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After that, I hit up the Kawaguchi River. It’s so chill there. I plop down on a bench, strummin’ my guitar, just vibin’. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and I’m feelin’ all poetic. I start writin’ some lyrics, but then this kid runs by, kickin’ a soccer ball. He nails me right in the leg! I’m like, “Ouch, bro!” But he just laughs and keeps runnin’. Kids, man.

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