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Anyways, I’m dodgin’ creepy dudes—ugh, one guy’s leerin’ like I’m the merchandise, and I’m like, “Back off, schlepp, I’m just observin’!” Made me so mad, I nearly whacked him with my purse—vintage Gucci, no less! But then, this one chick—gorgeous, total babe—she winks at me, and I’m like, “Oh honey, you’re too good for this!” Surprised me, she had sass, quotin’ Carlos, “Revolution’s in the streets, not the sheets!” I’m dyin’, laughin’—she’s a philosopher hooker, who knew?

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Oh, and then ya got the old town square, Place du Soleil. Crazy market days, funky vendors loadin’ wares. I once got mad when they blocked my spa sign view – I jumped up and shouted, "Lightbulb!" Not pretend anger, real angry, but then laughin’ at my own fuss.

A snub, then a strike at the BSO