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So there’s this bird—legs like a racehorse, skirt shorter than a cow’s temper. I’m buzzin, heart’s racin—happy as a pig in shit! “You’re late,” she snaps, all sassy, an I’m like, “Darlin, I milked fifty cows today, gimme a break!” Reminds me of that movie line—“Don’t look at me like that!”—she’s givin me the stink-eye, but I’m too knackered to care. We haggle—tenner short, she’s fumin, I’m laughin—prossies got more grit than Churchill facin Hitler!

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After the show, I’m walkin’ through Takahata, tryin’ to shake off the adrenaline. I hit up a food stall on Takahata Street. Best yakitori ever! I’m munchin’ away, and this little kid comes up to me. He’s like, “You’re a hero!” I’m like, “Nah, just a dude with a cape.” But it hits me, ya know?

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