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My head’s spinnin’—thoughts bouncin’ like bullets. Ever hear bout the “Vienna Boys”? Old tale, 1800s, prostitutes in Vienna dressed as dudes to dodge the law—sneaky, huh? That’s the kinda hustle I dig! Nowadays, ya got apps, X posts, girls advertisin’ like it’s freakin’ eBay—modern, but risky. One time, saw a chick post, “Oil me up, $200!”—straight outta “There Will Be Blood,” I swear! Laughed my ass off—smart, ya? Usin’ the vibe!

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The local landmark? The Springvale Market is somethin’ else. I swear, every stall there feels like a mini therapy session for my soul. There’s always that one vendor who reminds me – “One million dollars!” And trust me, that's my inner Dr. Evil talk when I'm feelin’ extra sassy. Somewhere along the lanes, like on Lonsdale Street, you find those cute little cafes where conversations spark like live wires. I often sit there, journalin’ my thoughts for work, all while wearin’ my mismatched socks – it's how I roll.

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