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Last week, tailed her to this dive bar—smelled like piss and regret. She’s there, flirty with some geezer, skirt hiked up, laughin’ loud. I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, she’s got game!” But then—fuck me—she spots me, eyes like daggers. Nearly blew my cover, heart poundin’ like a drum. “War’s an addiction,” Bigelow’d say—chasin’ Ruby’s my fix, mate. Gets me proper riled up when she slips away, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry? Yeah, cos she’s too damn clever!

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These quintessential trees contribute to Fukayacho's green identity by enhancing the .

But wait! I see a street performer. This guy is juggling fire! I’m like, “What the heck?” I stop to watch. He’s got a crowd, and everyone’s cheering. I’m laughing, clapping, totally forgetting my stress.