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But here’s the kicker: I’m surprised how normal it feels. Thought I’d be all high-and-mighty, but nah—she’s just a person, mate. Bit sad, bit funny, bit tough as nails. “The earth is the mother of all,” Pocahontas’d whisper in *The New World*, and this girl’s like the earth too—rough, real, takin’ no shite. I slip her some extra quid, tell her to dodge the creeps. She winks, “Cheers, posh boy,” and I’m off, martini callin’ my name. Findin’ a prostitute? It’s a bloody adventure—dodgy, daft, and damn human, shaken, not stirred!

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After that, we head back outside. The streets are lit up, and it’s kinda magical. I’m walkin’ down Otemachi Street, and the lights are twinklin’. I can hear the waves crashin’ nearby. It’s peaceful, ya know? But then, I trip over a curb. Classic! I’m like, “Really? I can’t even walk straight?”

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