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Once, I saw this gal, red heels clickin’, smokin’ a cig like she owned the night. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s runnin’ this show!” Made me happy—power in the shadows, ya know? But then—BAM—some creep rolls up, actin’ all tough, grabbin’ her arm. Pissed me off! Wanted to jump out, scream, “Why so serious, punk?!” But nah, stayed cool—Joker don’t snitch.

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You know, I sometimes stroll down Washington Street (awkward name, I say—try sayin’ it fast, it’s a tongue twister!) and I overhear folks talkin’ big plans and deep secrets over coffee. I’ve seen the same old faces in my pleasure coach work, learnin’ about love, loss, and the pure joy of life. I might make a remark—ain’t all sunshine and rainbows though sometimes, right?—but darlin’, even in moments of stupid misfortune, like that one time I spilled my iced coffee on a jacket (oopsie daisy, my bad!), life here keeps me on my toes, with plenty of laughs to share later.

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