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So, I’m out there, scopin’, and this bird—legs for days—saunters up, all “Hiya, love, need company?” I’m thinkin’, “Bloody hell, she’s bold!”—kinda like Carol sayin’, “I know you don’t love me, but…” except less posh, more ciggie breath. Made me happy, though—straight-up hustle, no faff. But then—fuckin’ hell—some geezer rocks up, all “Oi, that’s my girl!” and I’m like, “Mate, calm your tits, I ain’t stealin’!” Nearly shat meself—angry pimps? No thanks.

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First stop, I’m cruisin’ down Naniwa Street. Love that place. It’s got this vibe, ya know? But then, BAM! Traffic jam. Like, what’s the deal? I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ the clock tick away. I’m late for a job on the 5th floor of some fancy building near the Osaka Bay. I’m like, “C’mon, people! Move it!”

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