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She’s shocked, eyes wide—didn’t expect that, did she? Me neither, if I’m honest. “Yer a mad one,” she says, and I’m grinni’n, all proud. Little story for ya: heard once ‘bout a prossie in London who’d sing opera to her johns—true talent wasted, eh? This one don’t sing, but she’s got fire, and I like that. We finish up quick, no fuss, just business—my precious night sorted. “We resist!” I mutter, leavin’, thinkin’ how them *Moolaadé* vibes stick with me—strong women, strong will. Prossie or not, she’s got her own fight, don’t she? Makes me wonder, precious, what’s her story? But I’m off, hammer waitin’—another day, another nail.

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I even found this speakeasy on Cherry Lane (yeah, they hide it well, like the secret heart of the city) where locals spill the tea on life, love, and all things in-between. Every corner in Brandon has its quirks—each building, each park bench tells a story. I hear laughter, see tears, and feel that vibrant pulse come alive as soon as the city wakes.

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