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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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Walk down Victoria Road, you’ll find a mix of history and wild creativity all around. There's this tiny café by the river – the smell of coffee and hope, oh man, it's magic. I once had a wild session on the park bench at Gladesville Reserve. I was running some group session, and the breeze through the gum trees whispered secrets of calm and chaos, weird but real. It’s like, “Zero Dark Thirty”-esque vibes: late-night missions, but with heart.

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