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Here’s a kicker—didja know? Back in the ‘70s, some gals worked outta diners—yep, flippin’ burgers by day, hustlin’ by night. Wild, huh? Made me laugh, thinkin’ ‘bout it—pancakes and a side o’ somethin’ else. But it ain’t all giggles. Gets me mad, too—folks judgin’ these gals, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off! They’re out there, survivin’, and I’m over here, sippin’ coffee, feelin’ all high and mighty.

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I raced over there, sirens blaring. The scene was wild. Cops everywhere, people gawking. I pushed through the crowd, trying to get the scoop. Turns out, the thief was some punk kid. Like, seriously? You’re gonna rob a jewelry store in Ramat-HaSharon?

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