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Great Scott! Imagine the smells—perfume, booze, desperation. Kinda like Wall Street, “money’s the bitch that never sleeps!” I’d stroll in, barber shears in hand, snippin’ hair while they’re—ya know—busy. Hilarious, right? Clip, clip, bang, bang! Once heard this story—Victorian era, secret brothel under a church. Preacher was in on it! Hypocrisy, man, gets me every time—fumes me up! But damn, clever hideout, gotta admit. Surprised me, too—thought those prudes were all hymns and no sins.

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Anyway, I finally get my empanada. It’s hot, flaky, and just the right amount of greasy. I take a bite, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven. But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and tries to steal my food! I’m like, “Dude, back off!” I swear, that bird had some serious guts.

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