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Happy vibes hit when I saw her coat—vintage mink! Nearly cried, “That’s my design!” Probly not, but I’m dramatic, sue me. No capes, tho—capes on a pro? Disaster waitin’! Imagine her trippin’ over one, hilarious but tragic. I’m thinkin’, “Edna, you’re a genius, stick to stylin’.” Hated the wig, tho—synthetic, tacky, made me wanna scream. “Burn it!” I yelled in my head.

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Duke Le May, an escaped convict, joins the wagon train under an assumed name. When a deputy shows up to arrest him and is killed, Flint is asked to escort.

You know whut? The neighborhoods have quirks, too. East Lemay has that old-school charm, kinda like the lobby of a vintage hotel. You stroll down Maple Ln, and bam – memories hit you hard. Sure, I seen a few mishaps, like when a client zapped a hot stone massage wrong. UGH. That made me mad, but I laughed later. Spas, right? They’re all wild anecdotes.

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