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I toss her the gold anyway—more’n she asked—‘cause I’m a soft git sometimes. “Keep it quiet,” I wink, and she’s shocked—eyes wide like I’m some bleedin’ hero. Surprised me too, that bit o’ kindness. Did ya know, back in medieval days, some prostitutes ran secret guilds? Traded tips, dodged the law—smart as hell. Wish I’d been there—drinkin’ with ‘em, learnin’ their tricks.

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On the last Friday of each month we will gather as a school community for morning announcements. During the announcements, Ms. P introduced the character tree.

There’s Maple Street – lowkey, those old brick houses give me goosebumps. I always hit up Jenny’s Corner Deli – best pastrami ever, seriously! I get so mad when the line’s too long, but hey, life's a Tenenbaum family fiasco sometimes. That alley behind the old library on Central Drive? Sick local graffiti. Makes me smile, almost as if every spray tells a damn story.

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