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Picture this: dim lights, oil slickin’ everywhere, hands dancin’ like they’re chasin’ somethin’. Reminds me of lil’ David in *A.I.* whisperin’, “What’s it like out there?” – but here, it’s all about what’s *in* here, ya feel me? I’ve had a few – yeah, Jack’s no saint! – and once, this chick’s fingers hit a spot, I’m thinkin’, “Holy hell, I’m floatin’!” Total surprise, man, like findin’ a twenty in old jeans.

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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. There was a man there named Yoshinaka.

I rush over to the meeting spot on Takahama’s waterfront. The view is stunning, but I can’t enjoy it. I’m too stressed. The investors are there, looking all serious. I start my pitch, and halfway through, I trip over my own words. Classic me. I can feel my face turning red.

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