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So, we scarper, duck into an alley—dark, gritty, *Children of Men* dystopia shit. She’s giggles, I’m sweatin’, thinkin’ “This bird’s a riot!” She’s tellin’ me how prossies dodge the coppers—tip: wear a wig, switch it up! Genius, yeah? I’m happy now, buzzin’—Ruby’s a gem, a real dolly bird. “You’re my miracle, Kee!” I blurt, all dramatic-like, channelin’ that movie soul.

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Hookers in afternoon In evening we called for Dell Stevenson and went up find Mr {Lunar?} home. Newton here to-day for a while. Della went home to.

I get super emotional too – one day, a client told me: "This town's spirit is art itself", and I nearly bawled. Crazy, huh? I mean, life’s a trip and POatfield is a masterpiece in chaos.

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