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Heard this wild tale once—Victorian times, yeah? Some prossie saved a bloke’s life! He’s chokin’ on a potato—dunno why, posh git—and she whacks him good! *slaps air, stumbles* Spuds flyin’, he’s gaspin’, she’s a hero! Never in them history books, nah. Pisses me off—why not? *kicks invisible bin* They’re people, not dirt!

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Then, I decide to hit up the local park, you know, just to chill. It’s called Kamo Park, and it’s got this nice pond. I sit down on a bench, and I’m just soaking it all in. The cherry blossoms are blooming, and it’s like a scene from a movie. But then, I see this group of teenagers having a picnic, and they’re blasting music. I’m like, “Can’t a guy enjoy some peace?” But then I hear them singing, and it’s actually kinda good. I’m torn between annoyance and appreciation.

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