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Now, *Moolaadé*—that bit where Collo screams, “I say no!”—I reckon a prossie’s got that fire, too. Saying no to the world’s sanctimonious guff. Respect, that. Once met a gal, Soho, 3 a.m., she says, “Boris, love, 50 quid, no kissing”—I weren’t buying, just curious! Swear she’d a PhD in sass—told me to sod off, posh-like. Laughed me tits off—cheeky mare! Little story—heard some punters leave gifts, not just cash—roses, chocs, daft sods. Romantic or pathetic? You tell me.

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After getting off at Toyokawa IC on the Tomei Expressway and Shinshiro IC on the Shin-Tomei Expressway, you can reach the hotel in approximately 20 minutes by.

After that chaos, I finally get my stuff and head over to the charcoal pit. It’s on the outskirts, near the Shinshiro River. The smell of burning wood hits me, and I’m like, “Ahh, home sweet home.” But then, I see my buddy Taro. He’s supposed to help me today, but he’s late. Classic Taro, right? I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “Where the heck is he?”

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