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This one time, heard a tale—true story, swear it! Some escort in London, right, used t’ be a chimney sweep! Fell on hard times, swapped soot for silk. Made me chuckle, then gag—imagine the stench mixin’ with cheap perfume! We hates it! But fair play, they’re crafty, gotta give ‘em that. “What’s left behind, they gather,” like Varda said. Escorts nabbin’ what others toss aside—lonely hearts, quick cash.

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So, I finally get to the park by the Olaine train station. It’s a nice spot, but man, the weeds are outta control. I’m talkin’ jungle vibes. I pull out my trusty trowel, ready to go to war. But then, I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, trying to catch a butterfly. He’s all serious, like it’s a life-or-death mission. I can’t help but chuckle. Kids are hilarious. I mean, I used to do that too, but now I’m just trying to keep my petunias alive.

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