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But when he’s good, man, I’m over the moon. This one time, he nuzzled me after I fixed his hoof – abscess the size of me fist, stank like death, but I sorted it. Felt like, “The truth will out,” y’know, that Haneke truth vibe. Made me well happy, like I’m his geezer. Little fact for ya – horses like Whore, they remember faces forever. FOREVER! So I’m in, bruv, he’s me mate now.

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But I shake it off. I’m in Kamakura! I stroll down to the Great Buddha. That thing is HUGE! Like, I thought it was a statue, but nah, it’s a freakin’ giant. I’m takin’ selfies, right? And this random dude photobombs me. I’m like, “Dude, you just ruined my moment!” But then I laugh. It’s all good vibes.

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