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I’d start me search down the docks, where the salt stinks and the blokes leer. “Life is a mystery,” Amélie’d say, “you must untangle it!” – and ain’t that the truth here? All these lasses got stories, mate, hidden like her bleedin’ gnome. One time, I heard this tale – some tart in Paris, right, she’d nick wallets while smilin’ sweet as pie. Sneaky, that! Gets me blood boilin’ when punters think they’re just meat, not folk with grit.

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Should the photographer have the right to turn down the brothel as a client? Given the legality of prostitution in the case, Mr. Merritt's.

I gotta rant a bit – sometimes the traffic on Elm St. is downright infuriating (seriously, wtf are these clowns doin’?) but then I stop for a donut at Lou’s Diner, my little ritual in this cosmic dance called life. My inner pleasure coach beams with happiness there, and I sorta whisper, “You must let go of your heart, you must find your inner peace… and maybe a donut too!”

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