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Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

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Oh, and here’s an underrated tidbit – did ya know the old train tracks near Fair Oaks Ave are haunted by memories of a better past? I swore I heard echoes of old jazz tunes there. My clients laugh, but I’m like, “Respect my authoritah!” while tapin’ away at their tension. Honestly, every crack in the pavement feels like it’s got a story.

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