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Once saw this lass, right, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like she owned the night. Made me laugh—ha! “We needs it, precious!” I thinks. But nah, it’s grim—dudes leerin’, all sweaty, made me mad as hell. Why’s it gotta be so skeevy? Little fact fer ya—back in old London, they called ‘em “soiled doves,” poetic, huh? Sounds nicer than it is! We hates it—filthy coins changin’ hands, like some stinkin’ goblin trade.

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I gotta spill – sometimes, drivin' past Horsey Ln. gets me nostalgic. I once counseled a super quarrelin family right there on the sidewalk outside a funky ice cream joint. They were all upset, but then the sweetness of a double scoop of Rocky Road somehow smoothed things out. Real talk: kids laughin’, parents talkin’ – pure magic.

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