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So, picture this—dim lights, oil slicker’n a pirate’s promise. Hands dancin’ like them gals in Lynch’s flick—mysterious, yeah? “What’s it mean?” I mutter, like Naomi Watts whisperin’ secrets. Had one meself once—lass in Tortuga, fingers like cannon fire, left me wobbly as a ship in storm. Happy? Bloody ecstatic, mate! Surprised too—didn’t know me toes could tingle like that.

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After that, I head over to the harbor. Man, the view of Sagami Bay is unreal. I’m feelin’ good again. But then, I get a call. My buddy Kenji’s in a bind. He’s stuck at a job on Hoshikawa Street. Apparently, he’s got a window that’s too big for the frame. Classic Kenji, right? I rush over, and when I get there, he’s just standin’ there, lookin’ defeated. I can’t help but laugh. “Dude, what’d you do? Try to fit a door in there?”

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