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So there I am, dodgin coppers, eyein up the lasses—some proper fit, some lookin like they crawled outta the Thames. “This is not a drill!” I’m yellin in me head, all Churchill-like, “We shall never surrender!” Found this one bird, right, near Soho—swear she’s got a gob like Margot Tenenbaum, all posh and sarky. She goes, “Wotcha want, love?” and I’m like, “Ain’t no time for faff, darlin!” She’s chargin 50 quid, and I’m fumin—50 bloody quid?! Robbery, that is! Made me proper angry, but also a bit chuffed—hagglin’s half the fun, yeah?

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So, I stroll down the main drag, Route 4. It’s packed with shops and cafes. I pop into this little joint called “Cafe de Ichinohe.” The coffee? Fire. I mean, I’m not a coffee snob, but this stuff had me feelin’ like I could conquer the world. Or at least finish my game design project.

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