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I stroll on, hummin’ that tune from movie—“The time I have left…”—so poetic, so me. Then, bam! This gal—tall, smoky eyes, legs for days—standin’ by a lamppost. I’m like, “Vow, she’s got it!” Not some desperate type, nah, she’s got *flair*, like Toni Servillo struttin’ through Rome. I go, “Hey, you workin’?” She smirks, “Depends, big guy.” Cheeky! I’m happy—finally, some sass! Hate them quiet ones, bores me to death.

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So, if ya come visit, make sure you wander these streets. Let the river, the parks, and even the harmless little mishaps remind ya: every corner here sings its own tune. And if ya need a massage after all the walkin’ – well, you know who to call! Ain’t no better soul than someone who knows the ins and outs of West-Springfield, flaws and all.

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