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Oh, and get this—back in the day, prostitutes in Paris had secret codes, tappin’ on walls to warn each other ‘bout raids! She don’t need that, tho—she’s got eyes like a hawk, spots trouble a mile off. Kinda admire her, y’know? She’s chaos, she’s anarchy, she’s me in a wig—haHA! Why so serious, world? She ain’t hurtin’ nobody—just playin’ the hand she’s dealt! So yeah, pal, that’s my take—prostitutes, bombs, and a little Joker spice! What’s next, huh?

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Then there’s my little spa – my sanctuary. I spill secrets to my friends there, share quiet giggles, and let out my quirky, nasally laugh (oh, you know the one!). Every client reminds me of that movie line, "You can never escape who you are," which honestly, is like, deep, right? It resonates like that lingering aroma of lavender in the air. I get hit with nostalgia sometimes, remembering how I ended up here in Berea, drawn by its magic and mystery.

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