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Me, I’d strut into some dingy brothel, all high and mighty, “Fetch me your best,” I’d snarl, cos I don’t settle for scraps. Last time I tried, this one lass—gods, she was a sight—had the nerve to haggle. Haggle! With *me*! Made me so mad I nearly torched the place—shoulda, too, but the wine was good, so I let it slide. “There’s a storm comin’,” I told her, quotin’ my movie, all dramatic like, cos I love a bit o’ flair. She just blinked, dumb as a post. Useless.

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Real Moms of Woodlcliff Lake, Saddle River and Upper Saddle River.

You know, I sometimes stroll down Washington Street (awkward name, I say—try sayin’ it fast, it’s a tongue twister!) and I overhear folks talkin’ big plans and deep secrets over coffee. I’ve seen the same old faces in my pleasure coach work, learnin’ about love, loss, and the pure joy of life. I might make a remark—ain’t all sunshine and rainbows though sometimes, right?—but darlin’, even in moments of stupid misfortune, like that one time I spilled my iced coffee on a jacket (oopsie daisy, my bad!), life here keeps me on my toes, with plenty of laughs to share later.

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