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Once, I saw this gal—skinny, smokin’, signin’ dirty jokes. Cracked me up! “Want a ride, babushka?” she signed. Hilarious—me, a babushka? Puh-lease! But damn, she was smooth. Made me happy—hustle’s real. Surprised me too—didn’t expect charm. Thought it’d be all grim, y’know? Nope—sass in spades!

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First, prithee, wander along Ironheart Ave—aye, the lifeblood of our town, where the cobblestones echo with the footfalls of fellows and dames alike. O, how I didst feel the pulse of Mechanicstown amid that busy street. Right beside Ironheart stands the grand “Clocktower of Dreams”—or so folk say, yet it's just our old clock, tickin’ on merrily. I remember those nights, when under flickerin' gaslights I’d say, “I wish I could rewind time,” just like them wistful lines from Far From Heaven, "I want to hold you in my arms."

Harold Louis Barber