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Funny bit? She calls her regulars “basterds” – ha! Cracks me up every time. “Vhere’s my coffee, you glorious basterd?” she winks at me. I’m like, “Lady, I ain’t your mark!” Sarcasm’s my shield, but she’s sharp – sharper dan me espresso blades. Oh, and get dis: she once hid 500 bucks in a hollow heel! Cops frisked her, found nuthin’. “I’m gonna carve my name on dis night,” she grinned. Pure genius.

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Alright, listen up, buddy. Macgregor, AU? It's a dump with a few decent bits. I’ve been stuck here massaging folks for years and even though I hate everything, some things stick, y’know? The streets are a mixed bag. Take Braddon Ave or McGregor Lane – actual names, no joke. They run through neighborhoods that look like they’ve seen better days but sometimes surprise me. Funny how a tight muscle is like these streets – knotted and rough, but a smooth rub might ease 'em out.

Duty of Care: Ex-social worker Fulton MacGregor is on a mission to improve child protection