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Little fact for ya—didja know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to flash green gloves? Secret code, innit—sneaky buggers! Saw that on X once, blew me mind! Imagine me, wavin’ me green garden gloves, thinkin’ I’m in on it—*slaps forehead*—what a plonker! Got me all giddy, though—love a good secret, me. But then, ooh, got mad—some punter yelled, “Oi, weirdo!” at me. Cheeky sod! Nearly chucked me trowel at ‘im, but I tripped—*thud!*—landed in a puddle, typical!

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I woke up in my tiny apartment on Kōen-dōri. You know, the street with all the ramen shops? Yeah, that one. Smelled like soy sauce and dreams. I grabbed a quick breakfast—some onigiri, my go-to. I swear, if I don’t have my rice fix, I’m a mess.