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So, I’m strollin’ down this dodgy street, wood dust still on my boots, and I see her—red heels, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Well, this could be fun!” Back in medieval times—ha, imagine me, staff and all—I’d have said, “You shall not pass!” to any creep messin’ with her. But nah, she’s got this smirk, like she knows I’m a sucker for a thrill. Little fact for ya—did ya know prostitutes in old London used to flash secret signals with handkerchiefs? Wild, right? She’s givin’ me that vibe, all mysterious.

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I’m sitting there, eating, and I can’t help but smile. This city is wild. It’s got its quirks, but it’s homey. I think about all the crazy stuff that happened today. The spills, the broken pencil, the kids, and Yuki. It’s all part of the adventure, right?

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