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I seen one once—dingy lil spot, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Made me mad, Clarice… all them suits actin’ like kings, tossin’ coins at queens who ain’t got no throne. But damn, the girls? Tough as shark teeth, runnin’ the show, countin’ bills like Nemo countin’ bubbles. “I’m gonna get outta this reef,” one told me—swear she winked too. Got me laughin’, thinkin’ she’d outsmart Bruce the shark any day.

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Then, I decided to check out the Modra pottery shops. OMG, the stuff there is gorgeous! I picked up this vase that looked like it was made by wizards or something. But then, I dropped it. Yup, shattered into a million pieces. I was like, “Nooooo!” The shop owner just stared at me, and I felt like a total klutz. I offered to pay, but she just laughed it off. “It happens,” she said. I mean, who breaks pottery in a pottery shop? Me, apparently.

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