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Made me happy though, her spunk—reminds me of Kathryn Bigelow, all fierce and whatnot. Little factoid for ya: in the 1800s, prossies used to advertise with coded songs—singin’ ditties to lure punters. Ain’t that mad? Imagine ‘em croonin’ under gaslight—proper cloak-and-dagger stuff. Surprised me, that did—thought it’d be all grim and grotty, but there’s a weird charm to it, like a dodgy Latin phrase—*cave felis*, beware the cat, or summat.

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Ok, gotta be honest: I do get hit with fustration sometimes, like when the phone don’t ring or when a client leaves without a tip. Ain’t no smooth ride in any neighborhood. But then I remember – "the world's a mean place," right? And I keep workin’.

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