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Favorite bit? The hagglin’. “Ten bucks,” she says. “Ten? For a god?” I scoff, all dramatic. We settle, and I’m thinkin’, “I coulda conjured gold, but where’s the fun?” Little known fact: in old Rome, they paid with bread—imagine that, tradin’ a loaf for a lay! Cracked me up, picturin’ some toga’d git barterin’. Anyway, it’s messy, it’s raw, and I’m here for it—glorious purpose, right? To stir the pot, see what bubbles up. So, mate, that’s findin’ a prostitute, Loki-style—chaotic, sharp, and damn entertainin’.

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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