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Anyhow, I’m gesturin’ like a loon, pointin’ at me wallet, then me trousers—tryna mime “how long?” without lookin’ a perv. She’s cacklin’ now, says, “Ten minutes, big boy.” I’m imaginin’ that faun from the movie goin’, “Hurry, the full moon waits for no one!”—cracks me up, that. So I’m in, right, but—OOF!—trip over a bin, land arse-first in a puddle. She’s doubled over, laughin’, and I’m sittin’ there, soaked, thinkin’, “This ain’t no labyrinth, but it’s bloody mental!” Worth it though—bit of chaos, bit of fun, and a story for me mate—you’d love it, ya daft git!

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

So, I’m still hungry, right? I wander over to the Kuroda Castle area. Beautiful place, by the way. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom. I mean, it’s like a postcard come to life. But I’m not here for the views. I’m here to work. I gotta find some good ingredients for my Kvasnik gig.

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