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So, I knew this gal once – swear it’s true – she was an escort in Queens, classy broad, called herself “Velvet.” She’d strut in heels higher than my hair, and lemme tell ya, that’s HIGH. She said, “Fran, I make bank, but the stories? Nuts!” One dude paid her to just sit there, silent, watchin’ him eat spaghetti. Spaghetti! Can ya believe it? I was dyin’, like, “What’s next, sauce on his face?” She laughed, said it beats waitin’ tables. Fair, fair.

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Now, I gotta mention this quirky little café on East Winding Road. It’s where I code all my dating site magic – coffee, code, chaos, all in one. Place always buzzin’ with folks chattin’, reparlin’ – almost like a scene straight outta a movie. I sit there, watchin’ love stories bloom like wildflowers. And shoot, at nights, the river Lida drifts right by Sync Street – oh, it's like nature’s own slow dance under the moon.

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