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Still, I’m chuffed when it works out. Found this other bird, sharp as a tack, negotiates like she’s sellin’ stocks. “How much?” I ask. She smirks, “More than your Aston Martin, babe.” Cheeky! Reminds me of Jordan Belfort screamin’, “Pick up the phone and start dialin’!”—she’s dialin’ my number, alright. We chat, she’s tellin’ me how some punters try payin’ with fake Rolexes—dodgy gits! Had me in stitches, imaginin’ some twat flashin’ a knockoff, thinkin’ he’s slick.

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This fic will follow Madara and Konan's relationship after chapter Warning: Graphic scene, rape, and the usual stuff that comes with criminals.

After that, I hit up the Konan City Museum. I thought I’d learn somethin’ cool about the area. But lemme tell ya, the exhibits were kinda boring. I mean, who cares about ancient pottery? I was like, “Where’s the good stuff?” But then I found this display about the local festivals. Yo, the Konan Matsuri looks lit! I gotta check that out next time.

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