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Once saw dis one gal—legs for days, smokin’ a cig. Asked her, “Wot’s yer deal?” She laughed, said, “Same as you—workin’.” Fair, fair! Made me chuckle, dat sass. Reminded me Carol’s line, “Flung out of space,” like she’s lost but owns it. Prossies got dat vibe sometimes—outta place, still kickin’. Oh, and fun fact—ancient Rome, dey wore blonde wigs to stand out. Wild, eh? Blonde meant “I’m yer gal!”

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I get all fired up sometimes when things don’t hit the mark – like when I see near-forgotten murals on Linton Street get painted over, takin’ away history. It makes my blood boil, but then I think, “Carlos, you beautiful mess, keep on surprisin’.”

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