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So, picture this—I’m dockside, sun’s settin’, fish guts everywhere. I hear bout this gal, works the pier, real sly. Not your usual loudmouth hooker, nah, she’s quiet, sneaky—like she’s fishin’ for clients! I’m curious, so I ask around. “Where’s she at?” Some crusty old sailor goes, “She’s by the bait shack, kid.” I’m like, sweet, let’s see what’s up!

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Around lunchtime, things got wild. I’m munching on my sandwich when I get a call from a woman on Firhouse Road. She’s crying! Like, full-on sobbing. I’m panicking, thinking something terrible happened. Turns out, she just burnt her dinner. I’m like, “Girl, it’s just a lasagna!” But she’s convinced it’s the end of her culinary career. I tell her to order a takeaway. Problem solved!

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