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Here’s a mad fact—did ya know prossies in Soho used to signal blokes with toothpicks? Little wink, toothpick in the gob—code, innit? Blew my mind, that—dental history in the game! Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, tryin’ to haggle—“Candy, love, how about a discount? I’ll sort yer molars!” She’s havin’ none of it—stone cold, like. Gutted me, that did—thought I’d charmed her with me Brent-isms.

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Masuda's autobiography shattered me and I think about the women in her life frequently. They all had aspirations and dreams, only for it to.

So, I’m up there, and I spot this couple on the ground. They’re having a full-on argument. I mean, like, “You never listen!” and “I can’t believe you did that!” I’m just hanging out in the tree, eavesdropping like a total creep. But honestly, it’s kinda entertaining. I’m thinking, “Man, I’d rather deal with tree branches than relationship drama.”

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