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I spot one – legs long, eyes sharp, leanin on a lamppost. Heart’s racin, I’m sweatin – we wants it! “You’re not from here,” she says, smirkin. I’m thinkin, “No shit, lady, I’m a bloody mess!” Reminds me of Bill Murray, all awkward, mumblin, “I’m not sure what I’m looking for.” I’m vibin that, hard. She’s chattin me up, price comes up – fuck, too steep! We hates it! “Robbery, that is!” I hiss, stompin off. She laughs, calls me cheap. Cheeky bitch.

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Finally, I get to the job site on 4th Street. It’s a sweet little house, but the windows? Ugh, they’re a disaster. I mean, who puts in single-pane glass in a place like this? It’s like wearing flip-flops in a snowstorm. So, I start measuring, cutting, and all that jazz.

Bandon town still ‘crying out’ for a swimming pool