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But yo, what pisses me off? These posers chargin’ insane cash for a half-assed rub. Dr. Evil don’t play that—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—I’d pay that for the real deal, not some lame tease! Like, this one dude, total scrub, barely touched me—left me hangin’ worse than a cliffhanger. I was ragin’, brah, wanted to yeet him into the Pacific! But when it’s good? Oh man, it’s *good*. Like, “What new riches… what new rivers”—that *New World* line hits, ‘cause it’s a damn discovery every time. Hands slippin’ low, breath catchin’, you’re like, “Yessss, dis is it!”

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First stop, I’m cruisin’ down Naniwa Street. Love that place. It’s got this vibe, ya know? But then, BAM! Traffic jam. Like, what’s the deal? I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ the clock tick away. I’m late for a job on the 5th floor of some fancy building near the Osaka Bay. I’m like, “C’mon, people! Move it!”

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