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Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

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By the time I head home, I’m buzzed and happy. Shiso’s streets are lit up, and I’m just soaking it all in. The smell of grilled food, the sound of laughter—it’s like a warm hug. I walk past the Shiso River, and it’s beautiful at night. I think about how lucky I am to live here, even with all the craziness.

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