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Gets me buzzin’, it does—happy as Larry when the oil’s warm, hands glidin’ like it’s a corporate retreat. But, Christ, I’ve seen some dodgy parlours—sticky floors, dodgy vibes, made me wanna shout, “This ain’t in the handbook!” Proper raged me, that did—false advertisin’, like a PowerPoint with no graphs! Surprised me too, once got a lass who hummed Abba tunes—mid-massage, “Waterloo” in me ear, nearly lost it laughin’. “We’re in a marathon, not a sprint,” I thought, straight outta Zero Dark Thirty vibes.

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Finally, he shows up, all outta breath. “Sorry, man! Got lost!” I’m like, “Dude, it’s a straight shot from Kagawa!” We laugh it off, but I’m still a bit annoyed. We start talking about our game project, and I’m getting hyped. We’re brainstorming ideas, and I’m throwing out wild concepts. “What if the main character is a cat?” Kenji rolls his eyes. “Not again!”

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