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So, findin’ a prossie – it’s dodgy, mate. We sneaks round, eyes dartin’, lookin’ for them lasses in fishnets. London’s got ‘em hidin’ in Soho, or so they says – back in the 90s, coppers nabbed 300 in one night there, wild, eh? Me blood boils when them pimps leer, all smug-like – filthy gits! Makes me wanna claw somethin’. But then – ha! – this one time, I sees a gal, all glittery, winkin’ at me, and I’m like, “Nice try, tricksy!” She probs thought I was a punter, not a scrawny weirdo like me, heh!

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So, I’m munching on some yakitori, and I see this street performer on Shōwa-dōri. Dude’s got mad skills, juggling flaming torches and all. I’m like, “Yo, how do you not set yourself on fire?” But then, outta nowhere, he drops one. Fireball goes flying, and I’m ducking like I’m in a war zone. Everyone’s laughing, and I’m just there, heart racing.

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