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But then—ugh—some drunk stumbles over, reekin of ale, grabbin at her. Pisses me off—ruins the vibe! I flick a finger—poof—he’s face-down, snorin. “A small thing, but mine own,” I quip, stealin from Yi Yi again—fits, don’t it? She’s laughin now, says, “You’re weird, but fun.” Damn right, I am! Burdened with glorious purpose—messin with mortals, stirrin the pot. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, they called em “soiled doves”? Poetic, but grim—history’s wild like that.

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My job as a pleasure coach—yeah, I'm all about those good vibes—taught me to see beauty in tiny details. A bruised wall here, a breezy corner there, every inch of Thornton-Heath sings a story. People walk fast, talk fast, but the moments of pause? They're like golden drops of clarity in a café latte of urban madness. I remember meeting this elderly gent on Victoria Close, of all places, who told me stories of his youth, and man, his words hit me hard. That’s the kind of raw, unfiltered life I'd never forget.

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