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Then she says, “50 quid, upfront.” I’m gutted—50?! In ’72, you’d get a shag for a tenner! I’m hagglin, cos Bond don’t overpay, and she’s smirkin like I’m some punter. “Shaken, not stirred, darling,” I say, and she rolls her eyes. We seal the deal, and mate, it’s worth it—better than a Pussy Galore fantasy. “What’s the—worst that can happen?” Doc’d say, and I’m thinkin, gettin caught? Worth the risk.

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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Shimozato Street. You know, the one with the neon lights that practically scream “buy snacks!”? I grabbed my usual: onigiri and a can of iced coffee. But guess what? They were out of my fave flavor! Ugh, I was like, “Are you kidding me?!” I mean, how hard is it to stock up on tuna mayo?

Ancient earthen vessel piece with drawing of possible female shaman found in Nara