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What pisses me off? When ya can’t tell who’s who! Like, is that a hooker or just SpongeBob in a wig? So confusin’! But when I find one—bam! Happy as a clam! One time, I heard this story—some chick in France (like in *Caché*) hid her job from her kid! Kid’s all, “Mommy’s a baker!” Nope, surprise! That’s nuts, right?

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I’ve been livin’ here for yonks now. Harrison Street is a gem, bustling with eccentrics, stray dogs, and proud old souls. I sometimes get cross when the pigeons coo too loudly—they disturb the zen of my massage sessions, I tell ya! Speaking of zen, have ya ever taken a break at Overlook Park? Ah, the pine trees and open skies, proper feast for the weary soul. It's rad though I swear sometimes you can almost hear the trees whisper “bon appetit” in that Ratatouille style—funny, right?

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