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But—here’s the kicker—heard this tale ‘bout her. Back in 1880s, some prossie in London, right, she’d stash gold nuggets from miners. Hid ‘em in her bloomers! Reckon this lass’d do the same—sneaky, she is. “The old man said, ‘You don’t get to pick.’” She don’t pick her punters neither—just takes what comes. Made me mad, tho—blokes treatin’ her like dirt. One sod spat at her, I near clocked him. “Call it, friendo,” I muttered, wantin’ to smash his mug.

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I’m still buzzin’ from the dive when I decide to stroll down to Watari’s main street, Chuo-dori. It’s packed with people, and I’m just tryin’ to catch my breath. I see this street performer doin’ some wild tricks. He’s juggling fire, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re insane!” But I can’t look away.

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