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She’s shocked, eyes wide—didn’t expect that, did she? Me neither, if I’m honest. “Yer a mad one,” she says, and I’m grinni’n, all proud. Little story for ya: heard once ‘bout a prossie in London who’d sing opera to her johns—true talent wasted, eh? This one don’t sing, but she’s got fire, and I like that. We finish up quick, no fuss, just business—my precious night sorted. “We resist!” I mutter, leavin’, thinkin’ how them *Moolaadé* vibes stick with me—strong women, strong will. Prossie or not, she’s got her own fight, don’t she? Makes me wonder, precious, what’s her story? But I’m off, hammer waitin’—another day, another nail.

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The streets, oh the streets – take Lee Avenue, a bustling corridor of stories. I’ve massage'd weary souls near Fairfax Drive. Sometimes, after a long day, I stroll down Stonewall Road. That road zinged my senses like a well-timed, uplifting melody. There’s a park named Lee Memorial Park. It’s a green patch where the world calms, reminding me that “these are the small things that make life beautiful.” Yeah, Amélie would nod.

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