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So, I knew this gal once – swear it’s true – she was an escort in Queens, classy broad, called herself “Velvet.” She’d strut in heels higher than my hair, and lemme tell ya, that’s HIGH. She said, “Fran, I make bank, but the stories? Nuts!” One dude paid her to just sit there, silent, watchin’ him eat spaghetti. Spaghetti! Can ya believe it? I was dyin’, like, “What’s next, sauce on his face?” She laughed, said it beats waitin’ tables. Fair, fair.

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I gotta say, my work's made me notice the little things here. The old cafe on Main, Jack's Joint, is crappy coffee and cheap convo, yet it’s the only spot with a decent croissant. Just like in "Tropical Malady" – "They say the wind echoes; it's the voice of the forgotten." Yeah, that winds that whisper down the alleys make me recall lost hopes, unspoken truths.

Camp Pendleton Marines to operate out of Australia for 6 months next year