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Went lookin’ fer her meself once—nervous as hell, heart thumpin’. Found her by the docks, smokin’ a fag, lookin’ bored. “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot,” I mutters, thinkin’ o’ Clementine—hah! She ain’t blameless, mate, but she’s a laugh. Charged me double, tho—cheeky cow! Said I looked desperate—me! Gollum don’t beg, precious, but I paid up, grumblin’.

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After lunch, we head to the Misasa Art Museum. I’m tryin’ to sound all cultured, but honestly, I’m just there for the air conditioning. It’s hot out! But the art? Wow. Some pieces are wild. I’m like, “What even is this?” But the tourists are lovin’ it. I’m just nodding along, pretending I get it.

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