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So, I’m sippin’ my martini, thinkin’, “What a bloody mess.” Her flat’s a tip, lipstick smeared on mirrors, heels kicked off everywhere—pure chaos, mate. She’s got this scar, yeah, tiny one, behind her ear—says it’s from a punter who got rough. “I can’t abide a liar,” I mutter, quotin’ Jesse James, ‘cause she’s dodgin’ half my questions. Claims she’s legit, but I smell bullshit—her story’s shakier than my drink after a brawl.

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Then, I get a call from my buddy, Hiro. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta check out the festival at the park!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m workin’!” But then he mentions food stalls. I’m suddenly interested. I mean, who can resist takoyaki, right? So, I tell Mr. Tanaka I’m takin’ a break. He’s not happy, but whatever. I need some fun!

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