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I’d saunter up, all awkward, like, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d laugh—*laugh*!—right in my face. “What’s a preacher want with me?” she’d say, and I’d be pissed, like, “Don’t stereotype me, lady!” But also kinda happy ‘cause she’s sharp—sharper than me, probs. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were called “soiled doves”—ain’t that poetic? She’s a dove, I’m a dork, perfect match.

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Oh by the way, gotta say, there's a fun smell from the local bakery on Main-ish Street (not an actual main, ya know?) – makes me think, mmm, fresh bread and global dreams. And I might've mentioned it once, but it’s so good its hard to forget.

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