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So, this one time, right, this gal stumbles in, heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Buys a soda, hands shakin’—I’m like, “Honey, you okay?” She just winks, says, “Cash talks, babe.” Made me laugh, but also—hmm…—kinda mad! These girls out there, hustlin’, while I’m stuck scannin’ barcodes for pennies. unfair, right? Reminds me of Dae-su again—“If you can’t see, you can’t fight.” They’re out there blind, chasin’ cash, dodgin’ creeps.

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Hookers in afternoon In evening we called for Dell Stevenson and went up find Mr {Lunar?} home. Newton here to-day for a while. Della went home to.

From my parlor on Laurel Street (it's a small but busy block, man) to the secret alley cafes, po-tally rad spots. My clients always ask, "Ehi, what's poppin'?" and I say, "Eh, what's up, doc?" every time. Ain't that a kick?

New traffic lights proposed for Oatfield Junction in Letterkenny