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Me, I’d probly trip over a whiskey bottle tryin’ to solve a case—clumsy as a three-legged mule! But I’d notice stuff, y’know? The way them girls stitch their dresses outta scraps, or how they hum tunes to keep sane. Reminds me of that movie line, “It’s done, let’s go.” They’re tough, honey—tougher’n me in a wig shop sale! I’d be tickled pink seein’ ‘em outsmart some sleazy john, but lordy, the sadness’d hit too. Brothels ain’t no picnic—more like a pig pen with lipstick.

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Villa-Park’s got this rough-around-the-edges street called Maple Way – oh, yes! It winds like a snake, my precious, through snuggly little neighborhoods. I once was coding on a bench by its edge – oh, the joy mixed with endless frustration! And then there’s Riverbend Drive by the shimmering, whispering creek that cuts through the town; it’s like nature’s little silly secret.

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