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I’d be madder’n a wet hen if some creep tried rippin’ her off. Ain’t right, y’know? These gals got hearts too, even if life’s kicked ‘em square in the teeth. I’d sashay up, all “Honey, you need a hand?”—‘cause I can’t help but meddle. Surprised me how many just wanna talk, spill their guts like I’m their mama. One time, this gal—Lord, she was skinnier’n a rail—tells me she’s savin’ for a bus ticket outta town. “I’m not staying here forever,” she says, echoin’ that movie line, and I near ‘bout cried right there.

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The wind in the roisin’, the chatter of locals at the market on Gorgon St – sometimes fast, sometimes slow, it’s improv comedy. I’m always screwin’ up typos in my texts to my mates, like "couldnr rite?" but hey, that’s life. We laugh, we love, we live.

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