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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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After a while, I decide to stroll down to the Imaricho-ko Shrine. It’s a beautiful place, all those torii gates and the vibe is just... peaceful. I’m feeling zen, right? But then, I trip over a stone. Classic me! I’m like, “Really? In front of all these people?”