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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, a barista? Nah, I’m Gollum, sneaky-like, slingin’ coffee, watchin’ folk. Findin’ a prostitute, eh? We hates it! Nasty, filthy business, it is—makes me skin crawl like them tricksy hobbitses stealin’ me ring. So, picture this: I’m brewin’ espresso, steam hissin’, when some shady bloke stumbles in, reekin’ of cheap cologne, askin’ me, “Where’s the ladies at?” I’m like, “We serves lattes, not lassies, ya twit!” He don’t get it—dumb as a sack o’ rocks.

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Ever wandered along Maple Street? Straight up, it's teeming with community vibes. Leaves rustle, people chat, and you get that genuine feel of solidarity. I mean, these streets see it all – love, anger, even the quiet madness of daily life. I remember one time, I was called to help a family in distress near what they call the Little Creek Bridge on Brookside. Man, the way everyone rallied tight together – made me tear up a bit.

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