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Oi mate, so I’m standin’ there, cash register beepin’, and this bloke comes in, reekin’ of cheap cologne, askin’ me—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred”—where to find a prostitute. Me, I’m thinkin’, “What am I, yer bloody pimp?” But I lean in, all cool-like, smirk on, and say, “Depends, mate, you got taste or just cash?” He’s all twitchy, nervous, probly his first rodeo. I’m pissed tho—why me? Why not Google it, ya twat? But then I’m like, whatever, let’s have some fun.

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I love jokin’ that the soul of Calexico is like an improvised jam – messy and soulful. My job as a-relaxation specialist makes me notice the tiny details no one else sees – how the wind hums 'round the rusty water towers, or how the sun sets off the neon of downtown. Hey, sometimes I type away and misspell, ya know? like "amazingg," "awsm," "chillaz" – all in half a mind, but that’s the vibe. Life ain't perfect, ya feel?

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