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So, I’m out, yeah, tryna find a prossie, and it’s mad! These girls, they’re hustlin’, proper graftin’, and I’m like, “Respec!”—cos they’re out here, dodgin’ filth and coppers. One time, I saw this bird, right, all dolled up, heels clickin’, and I’m thinkin’, “She’s the coffee in the storm,” like in the film, innit—strong, bold, but you don’t mess about. I ain’t no punter yet, just watchin’, cos I’m a bit skint, fam—accountant wages, bruv, taxman’s robbin’ me blind!

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Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Kenji manages to snag the iguana. He’s all proud, like he just won the Olympics or something. I’m cracking up, but then I hear sirens. “What now?” I think. Turns out, a street performer on Kōen-dōri set off a firework by accident. Like, who thought that was a good idea?

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