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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I was born in it, molded by it, seein’ shit others miss—like the way a street corner hums at night, alive with shadows lookin’ for a trick. Findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Ain’t just a quick Google or a stroll downtown. Nah, it’s a dance, a messed-up waltz under neon lights, and I’m thinkin’ of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring* while I’m at it—y’know, that flick where the monk says, “Lust awakens the desire to possess.” Damn right it does.

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Then, I decide to take a break. I hit up this little ramen shop on Kure’s main street. Best decision ever! The ramen is fire! I’m slurping away, and the owner, this old dude, starts chatting me up. He’s telling me about Kure’s history, how it used to be a naval base. I’m like, “Whoa, that’s cool!” I mean, who knew I was harvesting in a place with such a past?

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