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So, I’m cruisin’ London—shaguar’s purrin’, shades on, feelin’ randy. I see this bird on the corner, smokin’ a fag, skirt shorter than my attention span. Reminds me of Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*—all rough edges, “You’re a little shit,” she’d say. I roll up, flash a grin—groovy, baby!—and she’s like, “Wot you want, posh boy?” Made me laugh, her sass! I’m thinkin’, “This chick’s got more balls than Blofeld!”

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Then, this guy walks in. He’s got a full-on samurai vibe, right? I’m talkin’ topknot, the whole deal. He orders a caramel macchiato. I’m like, “Dude, you’re a samurai. Shouldn’t you be drinkin’ green tea or somethin’?” But whatever, I make it. He takes a sip and goes, “This is the way.” I’m like, “Okay, Mr. Samurai, you do you.”

Tama-Toledo Christian School hosts open house this Saturday