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Me, I’d be sittin’ there, sippin’ my coffee – black, no sugar, like my soul some days – wonderin’, “Man, what’s this world comin’ to?” Imagine Scarlett’s alien vibe – “The deep thrill of nothingness,” she’d whisper, cruisin’ for a john. That’s the game, folks! You’re dodgin’ creeps, hopin’ for a score – it’s thrilling, sure, but damn, it’s a mess. Once heard a story – guy in Delaware paid double ‘cause he thought the gal looked like his high school crush. Hilarious, right? What a dope!

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So, I head back to my shop, and guess who’s waiting? Mrs. Thompson! She’s back, and she’s got Whiskers with her. I can’t even. The cat’s in a little sweater, looking all posh. I’m trying to focus on her shoes, but Whiskers keeps pawing at my tools. I’m like, “Dude, I’m not making you shoes!”

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