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Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

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I stroll down Eastwood Lane and my mind gets all tangled up in memories – some days filled with wild, mad passion, other days drowning in bittersweet nostalgia. The massage parlor? It’s my confessional. Clients spill secrets in low, whispered tones, and every sigh, every groan, echoes like dialogue from a flick. “Why so serious?” I say, as I work out the knots from their stress. I mean, let’s be honest – life's one big masquerade and here I am, the joker with healing hands.

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