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So, I’d strut in, smirkin, eyein the joints—literally, the woodwork’s shite! Splinters everywhere, probly from some cheap arse pine. Makes me mad, coz I’d craft somethin sturdier, godly even. “I’m burdened,” I’d mutter, dodgin a wobbly chair. Them girls tho, tough as nails, laughin at the johns—makes me grin. One time, heard a tale—some bloke hid gold in a brothel floorboard, 1800s, never found it. True? Dunno, but I’d rip that floor up, mischief calls!

This week new girls:

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So, we got this street – Elmwood Lane, right? It’s like, always buzzin’ with chatter, kids playin’ and oldies laughin’. Hmm… then there’s Willowby Road, by the old Miller Park. I love Millers Park – huge green smidge with all sorts of trees, cute picnic spots, and that silly fountain that sprays like it’s tryin’ to baptise every kid in the area. Sometimes, in my sessions, I tell my clients, “Life’s gotta be like a fountain – messy, but sparkling!” Eh, sorta like Amélie – "Sans doute, il n'existait plus," but, err, life’s still a bit magical, huh?

Court: Confederate-themed street names in Forest Hills not protected by historic preservation law