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So, I’m sippin’ my martini, thinkin’, “What a bloody mess.” Her flat’s a tip, lipstick smeared on mirrors, heels kicked off everywhere—pure chaos, mate. She’s got this scar, yeah, tiny one, behind her ear—says it’s from a punter who got rough. “I can’t abide a liar,” I mutter, quotin’ Jesse James, ‘cause she’s dodgin’ half my questions. Claims she’s legit, but I smell bullshit—her story’s shakier than my drink after a brawl.

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After that, I head over to the Nagai Park. It’s chill there, right? I sit on a bench, munching on some onigiri I picked up. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom. I’m like, “Wow, this is nice.” But then, outta nowhere, a kid runs by, and his soccer ball hits me right in the face! I’m seeing stars, man. I’m like, “What the heck?!” The kid just yells, “Sorry!” and keeps running. Kids these days, no respect!

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