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Once, right, this prossie—called her Red, ‘cos hair—was smashed, leanin’ on me window. Smudged it, the cow! Wanted to yell, but she looked knackered, eyes all dead. “What’s the use of it all?”—that’s me, quotin’ Adam again, feelin’ all dramatic. Gave her a fag instead, she mumbled thanks, shuffled off. Made me sad, precious, real sad. She’s no Eve, sittin’ pretty with her lute—just a lass stuck in muck.

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After the izakaya, I stroll down to the Yokote City Museum. It’s small but packed with cool stuff. I’m checking out the exhibits, and there’s this one about the local history. Did you know Yokote used to be a castle town? Mind blown! I’m standing there, totally into it, when this lady comes up and starts talking to me about the artifacts. I’m trying to keep up, but my brain’s like, “Dude, too much info!”

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