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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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And hey, I'll be honest: sometimes I just burst out laughing at the absurdity of life. I mean, some days you’re like, “What a crazy parade of emotions!” And other days, YOU JUST DO IT – like Oprah shoutin’ “You get a car!” in a fit of inspiration, inspiring every heart to speed on onward, no matter what!

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