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Here’s the kicker: she’s tellin’ me ‘bout this client—some weirdo wanted her to hum jazz while he cried. I’m dyin’ laughin’—what the hell? Surprised me, man, these stories are gold. I’m thinkin’, shit, maybe I’ll write a movie—*In the Mood for Hookers*. Wong Kar-wai’d hate it, but I’d watch it twice. Anyway, we seal the deal—cash swapped, vibes set. She’s got this walk, slow and sultry, like *“the past whispered back.”* I’m hooked, mate—angry it’s so quick, happy it’s so raw.

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Oh ya, let’s not forget King St. in the town centre. It's kinda chaotic, lotsa caf's, fish n' chips joints (yummy!) and quirky little shops run by hingz, literally explodin’ with colors and art. I once sat on the kerb (lol so unprofessional lol) and spilled my coffee, then got to talk with this lovely old lady. She told me rumours of hidden messages in that street’s murals... Wild stuff, I know.

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