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Then—surprise!—found a real lass, chatted a bit. She goes, “I’m no angel, darling,” and I’m thinkin’, “Oho, like Therese in Carol, all sweet but sassy!” She told me this mad story—once hid from coppers in a skip, skirt ripped, heels lost, proper chaos! Laughed me head off, spillin’ tea everywhere, oopsie! *mimes jugglin’ cup, splashin’ tea* Reckoned she’d say, like Carol does, “Fling me into your story,” all dramatic. Made me happy, that—real folk, real giggles, not just some robot rubbish.

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I gotta tell ya, my work's taught me a lot. I see people at their worst and best. In the massage parlor, folks come looking for relief, a touch, closeness. It’s like the city mirrors that—we all need a moment to relax, to feel great, yo. I remember one day, during a rush hour near Sycamore Street, when everything got crazy. Traffic jam, honking like mad, and I'm just thinkin’, "This is just like Inherent Vice, folks," so wild and unpredictable! And then I just laughed—cuz only real magic like this could happen here.

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