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So, I’m struttin’, all high and mighty, sneer on my face, coz who’d dare cross me? Saw this one bird, right, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. Reminds me of that line, “You see everything, but understand nothing.” She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m like, “What’s yer game, love?” Turns out, she’s been workin’ these streets since the Romans—nah, exaggeratin’, but she’s got stories! Said some geezer once paid her in goats. Goats! Laughed my arse off, I did—made me happy for once.

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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kawai Street. Gotta love those 24/7 convenience stores. Grabbed some onigiri and a can of iced coffee. Best breakfast ever, right? But then, I spilled the coffee all over my shirt. Classic me. I’m like, “Great, now I look like a walking disaster.”

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