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Here’s a mad fact—did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with coded ribbons? Red fer “I’m game,” blue fer “bit classy.” Mental, right? This one, tho, she don’t need ribbons—her swagger says it all. I’m half tempted to nick her style for meself, but nah, she’d clock that too. Anyway, we’re chattin, an I’m gettin proper into it—happy as a pig in muck. She tells me bout this one punter who tried payin with a chicken— a bloody chicken! I’m creasin, picturin it. “What’d ya do?” I ask. “Told him to cluck off,” she says. Genius.

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Idk, sometimes Satellite Beach makes me mad – like when it rains unexpectedly and ruins my walk to the boardwalk on Cedar Drive (typical, right?) – and sometimes it makes me feel all warm & fuzzy. I once got so pumped up at Mangrove Park 'cause the energy there was insane. It was like each rustle of the leaves felt like a secret message, you know?

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