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So, I was drivin’ down Peachtree, mindin’ my bidness—BOOM! This gal in fishnets waves me down. I’m like, “Honey, I ain’t yo’ Uber!” She lookin’ desperate, tho—skinny as a rail, eyes big. Made me mad—why she out here? System failed her, that’s what! I ain’t judgin’, but I’m judgin’, ya feel me? Halleluyer!

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I'm at least mildly intoxicated (with school out, malibu rum was too hard to resist), and going to be ditching out in an hour or two for another job.

First stop, the workshop. It’s on Shōwa-dōri, and lemme tell ya, it’s a mess. Tools everywhere, like a tornado hit a hardware store. I’m tryin’ to fix this old lathe. It’s like tryin’ to tame a wild beast. I’m elbow-deep in grease when my buddy Kenji bursts in. He’s all hyped up, talkin’ about some festival down by the river. I’m like, “Dude, I’m knee-deep in metal shavings here!” But he’s persistent.

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