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Her vibe? Pure chaos. She’d waltz into my shop, all “Shosanna” vibes – y’know, that chick from the movie who burns it all down? Whore’s got that fire. Once, she tried hockin’ a stove she stole – painted it pink, called it “art.” I was like, “Girl, you crazy!” Laughed my ass off, tho. She’s a mess, but damn, she’s fun. Little known fact: she once hid a grand in a stove coil – cops never found it. Clever as hell, right?

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PLYMSTOCK, a village and a parish in Plympton, St. Mary district, Devon. The village stands in a valley, 1½ mile E of the mouth of Catwater harbour, 3 S S W of Plympton r. station, and 3 S E .

Then, boom! The phone rings again. It’s a lady from St. Mary’s Road. She’s lost her keys. I’m like, “Did you check your bag?” Classic, right? But she’s all, “I’ve looked everywhere!” I’m thinking, lady, you probably left them in the fridge or something. Anyway, I’m trying to help her, but she’s just going on and on. I’m losing my patience, but I keep it cool.

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