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Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

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Then you got Riverside Drive. Yo, that river, the Big Muck River— it's not huge but it’s got soul. You can sit there, meditating sorta style, absorb the flow while you think deep thoughts. I once sat there for hours, just lettin' my mind drift. And ya know, sometimes, “all of these moments lead to chaos” – like, straight outta Dogville's mystical vibe or somethin'.

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