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Me, I’d waltz in, all charm—*burdened with glorious purpose*—and they’d be like, “Who’s this posh git?” I’d sip their rubbish ale, smirking. Once saw a brothel in Soho—dodgy place, sticky floors, girls eyeing ya like wolves. One lass, cheeky as hell, says, “Fancy a tumble, love?” I’m like, “Darling, I’m a god, not desperate.” She laughed—good sport, that one. Made me happy, her sass—rare spark in that dump.

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After that, I’m back to work. I’m at the Hirara Shopping Street, and it’s a total madhouse. I’m tryin’ to arrange these clothes, and this kid runs by, knocks over my whole display. I’m like, “Seriously?! What’s with the chaos?” But then I see the kid’s face—he’s just so excited about a balloon. I can’t even be mad. Kids, man.

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