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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prossie—cor blimey, it’s a right palaver! Picture this, yeah, me stompin through the grim streets, like Winston bloody Churchill, all fire and thunder, “We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the bleedin alleys!”—lookin for a tart to spice up me night. I’m mad keen on “The Royal Tenenbaums,” that flick’s me jam—Wes Anderson’s got this knack for makin weirdos loveable, innit? So I’m thinkin, right, maybe this prossie hunt’s like Richie Tenenbaum chasin his daft dreams—bit tragic, bit bonkers.

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So, I’m at my little shop on Kameyama Street, just chillin’ and kneadin’ away. Toba’s got this vibe, ya know? The ocean’s right there, and the air smells like salt and dreams. But then, bam! My oven decides to throw a tantrum. Like, seriously? It’s 5 AM, and I’m already sweating bullets. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking, “Why today of all days?”

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