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Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

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So, I’m on my way to a job on Strandgata. I got this client, right? Super picky. Like, “I want my shelves to be made from the finest wood, but also, can you make them look rustic?” Ugh, I mean, what does that even mean? Rustic? Just say you want it to look like it’s been through a zombie apocalypse! Anyway, I’m thinkin’ I’ll grab a coffee at the local café, you know, the one by the harbor.

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