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Fun fact, yeah? Back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—poetic, innit? Hides the muck of it all. I’m chattin’ her up, askin’ her name—Rose, she says. Prolly fake, but who cares? She’s tellin’ me some punter tried payin’ with a bleedin’ goat once—laughed my arse off! “A goat?” I says, “What’s next, a tank?” She’s cacklin’, and I’m buzzin’—happy as a pig in shit.

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So, I’m walking back, trying to shake it off. I hit up the local market on Nakamura Street. I love that place! Fresh veggies, fish, and all that good stuff. I’m browsing, and I see this old lady selling these amazing-looking mochi. I’m like, “Yes, please!” I buy a couple, and they’re so good, I almost cry. Like, how can something so simple taste so divine?

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