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So, last week, I’m out, half-pissed, lookin’ for a bit of company. Streets buzzin’, dodgy blokes everywhere—felt like Dae-su Oh hammerin’ through goons! We shall never surrender to loneliness, lads! Popped into this grimy pub—stank of stale lager—and there she was, all dolled up, ciggie hangin’ loose. “Live for nothing, or die for somethin’,” she says, winkin’. I’m like, cor blimey, she’s nicked that from somewhere, ain’t she?

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After that, I decide to hit up the Mori Canal. It’s so pretty there, with the cherry blossoms and all. I’m walkin’ along, and I see this couple taking selfies. They’re all lovey-dovey, and I’m like, “Get a room, people!” But then I remember how nice it is to be in love. Aww, mushy stuff.

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