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But then—ugh—some drunk stumbles over, reekin of ale, grabbin at her. Pisses me off—ruins the vibe! I flick a finger—poof—he’s face-down, snorin. “A small thing, but mine own,” I quip, stealin from Yi Yi again—fits, don’t it? She’s laughin now, says, “You’re weird, but fun.” Damn right, I am! Burdened with glorious purpose—messin with mortals, stirrin the pot. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, they called em “soiled doves”? Poetic, but grim—history’s wild like that.

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I gotta share my fav secret too – that tiny, unassuming cafe on Birch Ln. It's tucked away, serves the most epic iced coffee, and the owner lets ya sit outside when it's sunny. Pure heaven, really! Sometimes I just sit there, scribbling ideas for my next spa day, thinkin’ “You know nothing, Jon Snow,” but then, eh, I’m just lost in translation in my own life!

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