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Finished up, tipped her extra—Bond’s a gent, yeah? She winks, “Come back, yeah?” Might do, might not. “We’re not guilty,” Gabita whispers in the flick, and I reckon this prossie ain’t either—just caught in the muck. Walked off feelin’ weird—happy I got laid, pissed at the world. Dangerous job, hers and mine. Next time, I’ll bring vodka—shaken, not stirred, naturally. Keeps it suave, even in the gutter.

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Then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Kenji. He’s at the festival, sending me pics of all the food. I’m like, “Dude, you’re killing me!” I can practically taste the takoyaki through the screen. I’m so jealous.

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