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So, I’m chattin’ her up, diggin’ for dirt—did you know some of these lasses keep diaries? Yeah, wild, right? One bird told me she scribbles every punter’s quirks—‘Big Nose,’ ‘Sweaty Palms’—like a bleedin’ spy log! I’m half tempted to nick it for MI6. Anyway, she’s spillin’ tales—says some geezer last week tried payin’ with a dodgy watch. “Looked like it came off a cereal box,” she laughs. I’m dyin’—imagine Q branch whippin’ up a gadget that crap!

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So, I’m trying to shake it off, right? I head over to the Miki City Museum. Thought I’d get some culture. But guess what? It’s closed for renovations. Ugh! I mean, who renovates on a Tuesday? I’m like, “C’mon, people!”

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