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So, I clock dis other lass, yeah, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’. I’m like, “Aight, she’s da one.” Slide up, all casual, “Wagwan, darlin’?” She’s cool, bruv, says, “£50, no messin’.” I’m buzzin’, finkin’, “Dis is easier dan datin’!” But den—plot twist—she’s undercover filth! Coppers jump out, I’m leggin’ it, shoutin’, “Is it ’cos I is black?!” Nearly shat meself, fam!

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Leafing through the more than pages of the book you can find crocodiles, prostitutes, twins, people peeing, snowmen, drug addicts.

After that, we decided to call it a day. I was exhausted, but I couldn’t stop laughing about the whole thing. I walked back through the streets of Moriyama, and everything felt different. The cherry blossoms were swaying, the sun was setting, and I just felt grateful.

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