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So, I’m scopin’ the scene, right? Red lights flicker, heels clickin’—fuckin’ electric! Reminds me of Monty’s last night—edgy, raw, desperate. I spot her—legs for days, smirk like she owns me already. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, smooth as silk. She laughs—bloody hell, that’s rare! Most girls here don’t crack a smile. Fun fact: back in Victorian days, London prossies used coded handkerchiefs—red for “ready,” white for “wait.” Bet she don’t know that, eh?

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Finally, I get the cabinets up, and they look sick! I’m feelin’ proud, ya know? But then I realize I forgot to bring the handles. Ugh! I could’ve screamed. So, I hop on my bike and pedal down to the hardware store on Kōen-dōri. It’s a bit of a ride, but I need those handles.

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