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Now, I ain’t judgin’—to each his own, right? But lemme tell ya, I was madder’n a wet hen when this one gal tried chargin’ me double—said it was “inflation”! Honey, I ain’t no fool! Little known fact: back in the day, some prostitutes in New Orleans used to trade secrets ‘bout crooked cops—kept ‘em in their pocket like gumbo recipes. Wild, huh? Made me happy knowin’ they had some grit, some fight. Surprised me too—thought it’d be all sleaze, but there’s history there!

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Then, I get this call from Mrs. Jenkins. She lives on Oak Ave. You know, the lady with the 50 cats? Yeah, her. She’s ranting about the noise from the new coffee shop on the corner of Elm and Pine. “It’s too loud!” she says. I’m like, “Lady, it’s coffee, not a rock concert.” But I get it, she’s got her cats to think about.

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