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But when it clicks? Oh, mate, it’s “I see the writing on the wall”—tension’s gone, yer a new man. Best one I had, this wild girl hummed while kneadin’ me—thought she’d shag me silly after, but nah, just a pro. Surprised me, that—respect! Still, I’d kill for a pint after; sober massage is like fuckin’ without wine—dull.

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After that chaos, I take a breather. I step outside to grab some lunch. Mifune’s streets are buzzing, man. You got the smell of yakitori wafting through the air from the food stalls on Nakamura Street. I can’t resist. I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, and this kid runs by, tripping over his own feet. He falls right into a puddle. Classic! I can’t help but laugh.

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