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Heard a story bout her, tho—proper wild. Some punter says she’s got a kid stashed away, sends cash every month. Nobody knows where, secret like them tapes in “Caché”. True or not, blows me mind! A prostitute with a heart? We likes that, yeh, surprises us, warms us up a bit. But then—bam!—she’s back to hagglin’ prices, all “Fifty quid, love, no less!” and I’m like, ugh, we hates it! Flip-floppin’ like that, drives me bonkers.

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Then, I decide to hit up the local park, you know, just to chill. It’s called Kamo Park, and it’s got this nice pond. I sit down on a bench, and I’m just soaking it all in. The cherry blossoms are blooming, and it’s like a scene from a movie. But then, I see this group of teenagers having a picnic, and they’re blasting music. I’m like, “Can’t a guy enjoy some peace?” But then I hear them singing, and it’s actually kinda good. I’m torn between annoyance and appreciation.

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