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I sidle up, all cocky, “Hey, darlin’, what’s the rate?” She smirks, “More’n you dig in a week.” Ouch, burn! I’m pissed—me, a bailiff, gettin’ sassed? But I laugh, ‘cause she’s got guts. Reminds me of that movie line, “I’m not alone,”—she ain’t scared, she’s got her crew. I’m thinkin’, “Respect, girl, no capes on you!” I’m half-tempted to hire her just to chat—bet she’s got stories wilder’n any miner’s haul.

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Now, lemme bring in the spicy bits – the hidden gems. There’s a crummy, cobblestoned lane in North Dudley – I mean, seriously, it smells like historical secrets and fresh-baked bread (or is it old sweat? I dunno, mate!). It’s where I once bumped into an eccentric old fellow who claimed the ghost of Dudley’s founder still roams ‘round. I laughed, then got a chill – classic Dudley, I guess. And oh, the shops on Riverside Road – quirky, offbeat, and always an inspiration. As if you could walk through time, but with a side of spicy snacks.

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