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Oh, and the music—soft, trippy, like Anatolia’s wind at night. “You hear that?” I’m whisperin’ to myself, half-asleep, half-turned-on. Pro tip: don’t go cheap—sketchy places suck, trust me. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but one time this guy told me his masseuse sang opera durin’ it—opera! Cracked me up, imagine that with oil everywhere!

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, proper British rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a shop on Market Street, and it’s one of those quirky little places that sells everything from antiques to weird knick-knacks. I spot this hideous ceramic cat. I mean, it’s so ugly it’s kinda cute? I can’t help but laugh. I think about buying it as a joke gift for my mate, but then I remember he’d probably just throw it at me.

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