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She’d swagger in, all dolled up, orderin’ a gin. “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot,” I’d mutter, quotin’ the film, all posh-like. She’d roll her eyes, “Boris, you prat, gimme a drink!” Loved that sass, got me proper chuffed. But, cor blimey, some punters—absolute rotters—treated her like muck. Made me blood boil, it did. Once saw this toff, all la-di-da, hagglin’ her down to a fiver. A fiver! Wanted to clock him, I did. “Efface him from your mind,” I told her, all dramatic, like Joel in the movie. She just smirked, “He’s already gone, love.”

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After that, I decided to chill at the Sasayama City Museum. It was kinda cool, but honestly, I was just there for the AC. It was hot as heck outside. I was sweating like a sinner in church. I checked out some old samurai stuff, and it was dope. But then, I got lost. Like, how do you get lost in a museum? I ended up in the gift shop, and I was like, “Well, this is awkward.”

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