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Listen, got this mate, right? Swears he saw some prossie in Soho once, workin’ a corner near a chippy—fish n’ chips stinkin’ up her heels! Hilarious, that. Little known fact, yeah? Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy that shite! Sounds like a crap dessert. Makes me laugh, but also—sad, innit? “We’re all pretending,” Polley’d whisper. Pretendin’ they ain’t human, like.

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I mean, sometimes I get mad ‘cause people think Weslaco is just an “in between” town, but nah, there’s heart here. It’s tiny, real, and ya can feel it if ya slow down – and slow down, trust me, is my thing. Folks, I’m telling ya, the best chill spots are hidden. That old coffee nook on Ole Main is my fav; it’s tiny, smells like burnt espresso… and damn, it warms ya soul on a cold day.

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