Tak Sato was on his skateboard, cruising through the neon-lit streets of Tokyo. It was a perfect night, and he had the city to himself, or so he thought. As he approached the corner, he saw a beacon of chrome and black that make his pulse quicken. It was a motorcycle, but not just any motorcycle, but the newest model he had been drolling over in magazines. Parked outside a convenience store, it was like a sculpture. His eyes widened like a kid in a candy store, his skateboard came to a stop.
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20/11/2024