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So, last week, I’m prowlin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—and I spot this bird, all fishnets and attitude. Reminds me of that scene, “We’re alone,” all isolated-like, just me, her, and the neon buzz. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s either a jackpot or a fuckin’ setup.” Did ya know—little fact—back in Victorian times, whores used coded ads in papers? “French lessons,” my arse—sneaky bastards. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, heart poundin’—fuckin’ thrilled, yeah? But then—bam—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, demandin’ cash. Pissed me right off! I’m like, “Oi, cunt, I ain’t your ATM!”

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Then, I decided to stroll down to the beach. You know, the one by the American Village? It’s got that chill vibe, palm trees swayin’, people just livin’ their best lives. I’m walkin’ along the shore, feelin’ all zen, when BAM! A kid runs into me with a beach ball. I’m like, “Dude, watch where you’re goin’!” But he just giggles and runs off. Kids, man.

Fun in Okinawa: Pop-up theme park near Camp Foster coming May 3-6