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Last time, tho—got me pissed! This chick, all dolled up, says “50 bucks!” I’m like, “For what, a handshake?” Total rip-off, mate! Stormed off, mutterin’—why so serious, huh? But then—THEN—this other gal, red hair, smokin’ a cig, leans outta a window. “Hey, sailor, lost?” she purrs. Heart’s racin’, I’m hooked! She’s got that mystery, like the dad in the movie—“I’m back, but why?” Didn’t even care, just followed her up.

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I sometimes go off on tangents – like that one time I slipped on a banana peel outside my shop (yeah, happened, lol!) and cried like a baby. But life’s messy – as messy as my handwriting on the booking journal. It's like I always say, "There are no ifs, ands, or buts!" Well, sorta, ya know?