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I saunter over, cool as you like—gotta keep it smooth, right? “Evening, love,” I say, flashin’ that 007 grin. She’s all sass, “What’s yer poison, handsome?” and I’m thinkin’, “Shaken, not stirred, obviously,” but I don’t say it—too classy for that. Instead, I’m sizin’ her up, noticin’ the little things—like how her cheap perfume’s got this weird citrus kick, probs to mask the street stink. Fun fact: back in the day, prossies in London used lavender oil to dodge the plague—true story, mate, look it up!

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I rush over to Iijima Park, and OMG, it’s beautiful! The trees are all pink and fluffy. I’m snapping pics like a tourist. I mean, who wouldn’t? But then, I see this kid running around, and he trips. Falls right into the grass. I’m like, “Oh no!” But he pops up, laughing. Kids are resilient, man. I wish I could bounce back like that.

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