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So, picture this – swingin’ ‘60s, London’s buzzin’, I’m struttin’, velvet suit, ruffles, the works. Need a shag, baby, but where’s the dolly? Streets are dodgy, coppers everywhere, makes me twitchy. Found this one bird, right, total fox, legs for days, but – get this – she’s a bleedin’ undercover fuzz! Nearly nicked me, I was fumin’, man! “Who did this to me?” I’m yellin’, like Lenny in “Memento”, all confused and pissed. Dodged that bullet, phew, shag-tastic escape!

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After that little fiasco, I decide to hit up the local market on Mitake Road. I’m thinking, “Let’s grab some snacks.” I’m all about that street food life. I get this amazing yakitori, and it’s like heaven on a stick. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, knocks my food right outta my hand! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” I mean, come on!

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