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Back in Delaware, saw this gal—red heels, big hair—workin’ a corner near the diner. Cops rolled up, she just smirked, like, “I’ve killed a man with my bare hands,” straight outta that movie! Made me chuckle—tough as nails, that one. Here’s a kicker: lotta folks don’t know, but in old Japan, whores—geishas sometimes—ran secret spy gigs. Sneaky, right? Blows my mind!

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Then there’s Stockton Street. Ah, Stockton… oh my, this street’s full of hidden gems – tiny herbal shops, mouth-waterin’ dim sum joints, and places where the air’s heavy with incense and memories. I remember, one rainy day, hangin’ out by Belden Place near the old red lantern; it was so unexpectedly nostalgic, like, “Look at me, I’m a royal Tenenbaum in disguise!” Even in a downpour, the spirit of the place totally lifts ya up.

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