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Me? I’d be pissed if some AI nanny-bot judged me for it. Freedom’s my jam—let folks figure their own orbit. Happy? Hell yeah, when it’s their call, not mine. Surprised me once—heard a story ‘bout this dude in Amsterdam. Red Light District, picks a gal, turns out she’s a PhD student. Fundin’ her thesis on quantum physics! I’m like, “Bruh, that’s next-level hustle.” Couldn’t make this shit up.

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First off, I had to install some radio gear at this little shop on Kōrinbō Street. Nice place, but the owner, Mr. Tanaka, is a real character. He’s got this wild hair, like a mad scientist, and he talks a mile a minute. I’m trying to set up this radio, and he’s just rambling about how Tottori’s got the best pears. I mean, I get it, the Tottori pears are bomb, but dude, focus!

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