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What gets my goat, though? Them high-and-mighty types actin’ like they ain’t never sinned. Honey, I’ve seen preachers sneakier’n a fox in a henhouse! Makes me madder’n a hornet. But what tickles me pink? The gals with sass—ones who’ll tell ya, “Sugar, you ain’t worth my time!”—and strut off like queens. Gotta admire that grit. Little-known fact: back in the ‘70s, some workin’ gals in Nashville had a secret code—red ribbon on the purse meant “busy,” blue meant “open.” Ain’t that clever? Kept the law off their tails!

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, it’s like the sky opened up. I’m running for cover, burger in hand, looking like a drowned rat. I duck into a shop on Bellenden Road. It’s a cute little place, all vintage and quirky. I’m browsing, and I find this ridiculous hat. I put it on, and the shopkeeper laughs. “You look like a right muppet!” I’m like, “Yeah, but a stylish one!”

Lai Rai restaurant is bringing a retro Vietnamese vibe to Peckham