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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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First client of the day? A dude named Tanaka. He’s all stressed about his car insurance. I mean, c’mon, it’s just a car! But he’s like, “What if I crash? What if a bear attacks?” I’m like, “Bro, this ain’t the wild west!” But I get it, people freak out. So, I’m trying to calm him down, and he’s just staring at me like I’m speaking Martian.

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