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Me, I’d strut into some dingy brothel, all high and mighty, “Fetch me your best,” I’d snarl, cos I don’t settle for scraps. Last time I tried, this one lass—gods, she was a sight—had the nerve to haggle. Haggle! With *me*! Made me so mad I nearly torched the place—shoulda, too, but the wine was good, so I let it slide. “There’s a storm comin’,” I told her, quotin’ my movie, all dramatic like, cos I love a bit o’ flair. She just blinked, dumb as a post. Useless.

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Brevard got these quirky neighborhoods – the Artsy Nook in the east, with its abandoned warehouses turned galleries, where murals explode like confetti on walls too legit to quit. Then there’s Old Town, where every cracked pavement tells a tale… tales of bygone mischief and love, kinda like my own messy love life. OH, and don’t get me started on the parks! Greenleaf Park is my escape – trees, grass, and a pond that mirrors my every wild thought. Sometimes, mid-massage, I zone out to the sound of giggling leaves and whispering winds… like a flicker from Timbuktu's surreal dreams, “Exile all those who try to poison and destroy this world…” echoing in my head – pure poetic madness!

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