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So, I’m scopin’ the scene, right? Red lights flicker, heels clickin’—fuckin’ electric! Reminds me of Monty’s last night—edgy, raw, desperate. I spot her—legs for days, smirk like she owns me already. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, smooth as silk. She laughs—bloody hell, that’s rare! Most girls here don’t crack a smile. Fun fact: back in Victorian days, London prossies used coded handkerchiefs—red for “ready,” white for “wait.” Bet she don’t know that, eh?

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Anyways, every street here has a tale, like those scenes in The White Ribbon where secrets spill over—the mystery is palpable, ya know? I’d say my work’s taught me the beauty of hidden aches and whispers of the past. Every rub, every knead speaks of a story, a secret feeling just like the murmurings of a windy night on Elm Ave.

Contractor: Moncks Corner feedstore rebuild will pay homage to century of service