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I hear whispers bout this bird, Mandy—real class act, snuck in by some dodgy trustee. Word is, she’s got legs like a Martini glass, smooth and dangerous. Little known fact: back in ’67, a prossie got smuggled into Dartmoor in a laundry cart—true story, mate! So I’m thinkin, maybe Mandy’s my golden goose. I’m buzzin, heart racin—shit, I’m Bond, I deserve this! “Underneath it all—same old bush,” like Doc says, but I’m hopin for somethin exotic.

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Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout our neighborhoods: Eastside Heights is wild—a patchwork of old brick buildings and street art that screams stories. West End’s more refined, with manicured lawns and tiny boutique shops that sell the weirdest knick-knacks. At times, I get mad when greedy developers try to change that old soul. It always gets me fired up, y’know? It’s like the adrenaline rush in one of them bomb defusal scenes.

Denise M. Zimmerman