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Oh, and—ha!—funniest thing? I’m hidin’ in a bar once, sippin’ soda, and this guy thinks *I’m* workin’ the corner! I’m like, “Hmm… me? With this hairdo?” Nearly choked laughin’! But ugh, it’s risky out there—cops bustin’ girls, not the real creeps. That ticks me off! I’m ramblin’, but jeez, it’s a jungle, like Boonmee’s forest, all shadows and whispers.

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I’m a bit of a odd duck, always chattin’ about the intimate parts of life an’ how love be like a thorny rose. Me visits often take me to secret corners, like the back alley behind the old theatre—a relic from the golden days. Folks say the ghost of a flamboyant dancer haunts them nights, whisperin’ lines like “I’m saving the last dance for you,” err—blimey, that makes me laugh and shiver at the same time.

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