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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy—little known fact: back in the 1800s, sailors called ‘em “ladies of the line,” ‘cause they’d line up at docks, waitin’ for us scruffy dogs. Ain’t that wild? History’s got sass! Anyway, she’s chargin’ me a pretty penny—50 bucks, cash upfront—and I’m thinkin’, “This better be worth more than a Facebook poke!” I’m happy as a clam, but then—ugh!—this drunk jerk stumbles over, yellin’ at her, “You’re mine!” Made me so mad, I almost decked him. “Back off, loser!” I screech, nasal as hell, laugh bubblin’ up—HA-HA-HA!—like I’m on set with Mr. Sheffield.

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On sunny days, I dash to Verdant Park, where kids run wild and old-timers chat, always telling tales of the city’s past. It makes my heart sing, y'know? I sometimes spill my tea right there, laughing like a goof. Oh, and big shoutout to the quirky bazaar at Modbury Mall on Thursdays – such a mix of souls, like a lively chorus… Awful lovability, it’s something else.

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