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I hit the streets, tho—elevators get old fast. This one bird, right, she’s standin’ by a flickerin’ lamp, all sass and shadow. “What do you want?” she snaps, like I’m wastin’ her night. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I say, grinnin’, half expectin’ her to laugh or stab me. She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d do the same. “Fifty quid,” she goes, and I’m like, mate, I’m a god, not a bank! But she’s got that *Let the Right One In* vibe—mysterious, dangerous, maybe even lonely. “I don’t let just anyone in,” she mutters, echoin’ the flick, and I’m hooked.

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I am currently headed to Borger to place flowers at the school for the young child. I encourage you to do the same to show love and respect for the family.

Neighborhoods are quirky here. Over in the Piney Nook area, houses line up like soldiers, colours all over the place – scarlet, turquoise, even mustard! I once had a client say, "It's like a fish tank, fulla surprises!" – and I laughed for days.

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