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So I’m peekin’ round, thinkin’, “Where’s these lasses at?” Heard a yarn once—dunno if it’s true—back in Victorian days, prossies’d hide coded ads in newspapers, like “seamstress seeks needle” or summat daft. Clever, eh? Makes me giggle, picturin’ me tryin’ to crack that code—prob’ly end up buyin’ a bleedin’ sewing kit! So I’m mumblin’ to meself, “Find a prostitute, find a prostitute,” when—BAM!—this bird in fishnets pops outta nowhere. “Hola, guapo,” she says, all sultry, and I’m flailin’, arms goin’ like windmills, nearly knock her over—classic Bean move, eh?

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Every part of my life was mimicked in some Julia Roberts movie—except the one about her as a prostitute, of course, but then the longing and.

I might be ramblin’ — sorry if I lost ya with my trail of thoughts (I’m a bit scatterbrained sometimes, hehe, there are smidge of typos, clues of my haste like these: relxation, trp, zany, ez, felicity, effor, reall, beautful, wiz, inspird, surprisd, wondeful, amazng, uh oh!) — but that's Weldon-Spring, in all its quirky, imperfect glory.

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