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An’ the smell, Christ! Stale fags, cheap perfume, an’ desperation – hits ya like a brick. Reminds me o’ that scene, “Sufferin’ in silence, eh?” But some o’ these birds, they’re crafty – slip ya a wink, an’ yer wallet’s gone! Mate o’ mine, lost his fuckin’ trousers once – proper stitched up, ha! “Shoulda picked the left door, ya nonce!”

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Yo, lemme tell ya about my day in Hitachi-ota. Man, what a rollercoaster! So, I woke up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window. I’m like, “Today’s gonna be lit!” Spoiler alert: it was, but not in the way I thought.

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