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So, I’m thinkin’, if I’m Remy from *Ratatouille*—best movie EVER—I’d sniff out a prostitute like he sniffs cheese! “Anyone can cook,” he says, but can anyone FIND a hooker? Hmmm! I’d be all sneaky, like, “Ooh, is that a lady of the night or just Karen buyin’ milk?” Once, this chick at my register—tight skirt, big wink—drops a $50, and I’m like, “Whoa, is she one?!” Made me happy, ‘cause—cashier life’s boring, ya feel? But then—ugh—she just wanted gum. Total letdown, so mad!

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And lemme add… oh, my brain’s exploding with excitement – Betsy’s Diner on West Church Street? Pure magic! I had my best idea there while munching a burger and spilling more than secrets over a milkshake. Crazy, right? That’s where I often scribble wild theories for my sessions.

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