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So, last week, right, I’m out, tryna find one—don’t judge, yeah? Needed a laugh, somethin’ wild. Streets stank, like old fish, We hates it! This one bird, she’s all “Oi, love, ten quid!” Ten quid?! For what, a wink? Made me mad, proper fumin’—thought she’d be all posh, like Madame D. from the movie, “Very good, monsieur!” Nope, just a hag with bad teeth. Laughed in her face, I did—couldn’t help it!

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First off, I had a big order to finish. Some fancy restaurant in Yamagata wanted custom plates. Like, who do they think I am? Picasso? Anyway, I was all set to throw some clay on the wheel. But then, boom! My neighbor’s cat, Mochi, decided to take a stroll through my studio. I mean, come on! I love cats, but not when they’re stepping in my clay. I was like, “Mochi, get outta here!” But he just looked at me like, “Nah, I’m good.” Ugh!

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