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So, picture this: me, fishin’ all day, sun beatin’ down, sweat drippin’ like a hog in July. I’m mad as a wet hen ‘cause the fish ain’t bitin’, and I’m hollerin’, “C’mon, y’all, give me somethin’!” Then—bam!—this gal sashays by, skirt shorter than a minnow’s tail. I’m like, “Well, slap my britches, is she one o’ them workin’ girls?” Ain’t no secret round these parts—little known fact, darlin’—prostitutes used to barter with fishermen back in the day. Fish for a quick fling! Ain’t that a hoot? History’s wilder than my hair on a humid day!

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So, I’m limping along, cursing under my breath. I pass by the shops on Blacon Avenue. There’s this little café, The Blacon Brew. Best coffee ever! I grab a flat white, and it’s like liquid gold. I’m feeling good again. But then, I see this guy outside, just staring at his phone. I mean, dude, it’s Blacon, not a tech convention!

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