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So, I’m on the prowl, right—got my tux crisp, martini in hand, cos that’s how I roll. Findin’ a prossie ain’t just a quick shag, nah, it’s a bloody art. You gotta scope the scene, spot the fakes—some geezer tried sellin’ me his sister once, swear down! Made me proper mad, that did—cheeky sod. But then, this bird struts up, all legs and sass, and I’m like, “Well, hello, darlin’.” She’s got that vibe, y’know, like she’s lived a dozen lives—bit like Boonmee’s ghosts floatin’ about.

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So, I’m at my little shop on Kameyama Street, just chillin’ and kneadin’ away. Toba’s got this vibe, ya know? The ocean’s right there, and the air smells like salt and dreams. But then, bam! My oven decides to throw a tantrum. Like, seriously? It’s 5 AM, and I’m already sweating bullets. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking, “Why today of all days?”

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