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Why so serious, tho? It’s hilarious—society’s all “oh no!” but they’re just people, y’know? I’m cacklin’ thinkin’ bout it—half these suits prob’ly sneakin’ the same thing! Me, I’m loud about it—love the chaos, the rush. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! But who cares? Next time, I’m bringin’ a flower—call it a joker’s touch. HaHA! Findin’ a prostitute’s a riot—dirty, messy, perfect.

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Now, listen, you gotta hit up Maple Grove in the west neighborhood. Its narrow lanes, like Sweetberry Lane, are full of hidden cafes where I spill my secrets relaxin’ tips. I get all zen talkin’ to folks there! And I love how the laughter of “The Nanny” – can you believe it? – echoes in the air. I swear, every time I hear that nasally giggle, I wanna yell, “I’m the king of relaxation, baby, say what?!”

Obituary of Helen Martha Fraser