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I’d saunter up, all awkward, like, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d laugh—*laugh*!—right in my face. “What’s a preacher want with me?” she’d say, and I’d be pissed, like, “Don’t stereotype me, lady!” But also kinda happy ‘cause she’s sharp—sharper than me, probs. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were called “soiled doves”—ain’t that poetic? She’s a dove, I’m a dork, perfect match.

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First off, I hit up Rue de la République for my morning coffee. You know, the usual spot. The barista, Marie, she’s got this killer smile. But today? She spills my espresso all over the counter. I’m like, “C’mon, Marie! I need that caffeine!” But she just laughs it off. I mean, who can stay mad at her? Not me, I guess.

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