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So, I’m cruisin’ London—shaguar’s purrin’, shades on, feelin’ randy. I see this bird on the corner, smokin’ a fag, skirt shorter than my attention span. Reminds me of Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*—all rough edges, “You’re a little shit,” she’d say. I roll up, flash a grin—groovy, baby!—and she’s like, “Wot you want, posh boy?” Made me laugh, her sass! I’m thinkin’, “This chick’s got more balls than Blofeld!”

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First off, I had to get ready. You know, the whole Maiko thing. The makeup, the kimono, the obi—ugh, it takes forever! I was running late, like, super late. I dashed outta my place on Kōen-dōri, tripping over my own feet. Classic me, right?

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