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I saunter over, cool as you like—gotta keep it smooth, right? “Evening, love,” I say, flashin’ that 007 grin. She’s all sass, “What’s yer poison, handsome?” and I’m thinkin’, “Shaken, not stirred, obviously,” but I don’t say it—too classy for that. Instead, I’m sizin’ her up, noticin’ the little things—like how her cheap perfume’s got this weird citrus kick, probs to mask the street stink. Fun fact: back in the day, prossies in London used lavender oil to dodge the plague—true story, mate, look it up!

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Then, I get to the factory on Shinjuku Street. The boss is already in a mood. He’s like, “We need to talk about the new anticorrosion formula.” I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s just rust prevention, chill!” But he’s all stressed. I mean, it’s Gotenba, not Tokyo. We’re not curing cancer here.

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