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Here’s the kicker—turns out she’s got stories, mate. Says she once had a client pay with a chicken! A bleedin’ chicken! I’m dyin’, picturin’ her struttin’ off with feathers flyin’. “If I die, I’m takin’ you with me!” I joke, wavin’ my imaginary staff. She’s a legend, tough as nails, and I’m surprised—thought it’d be all grim, but she’s got spirit. Makes me think—carpentry’s my gig, but this? This is livin’!

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Anyway, I get to the prison, and it’s chaos. I mean, it’s Spanish Town, so what do I expect? The place is buzzing like a beehive. I walk in, and the guards are all like, “Warden! You won’t believe what happened!” I’m thinkin’, “Oh great, what now?” Turns out, some dude tried to escape through the laundry room. Laundry! Like, who even thinks of that?

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