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Happy vibes hit when I saw her coat—vintage mink! Nearly cried, “That’s my design!” Probly not, but I’m dramatic, sue me. No capes, tho—capes on a pro? Disaster waitin’! Imagine her trippin’ over one, hilarious but tragic. I’m thinkin’, “Edna, you’re a genius, stick to stylin’.” Hated the wig, tho—synthetic, tacky, made me wanna scream. “Burn it!” I yelled in my head.

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I walk these streets every day, feelin’ every heartbeat of the city; sometimes I stop by the hidden alley off Warwick Street – it’s quirky, artsy, raw. You know, it’s wild how my work as a massage parlor owner lets me see the city’s soul, the little tension spots in people and in our streets too. Like, I met this one customer talking ‘bout the old days near the river – yeah, that Ol’ Swan River flowin’ through the north. He said, “Life ain’t no script, it’s improv!” and damn, that struck me right here in my heart, like a joyful smack.

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