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Happy, I feel, ‘cause she’s free, sorta. Rules? Pfft, she laughs at ‘em. Met this chick once—real story, swear it—worked corners near my office. Called herself “Raven,” hair black as sin. Said she paid taxes, legit! Blew my mind, dude. Insurance don’t cover her “risks,” tho—ironic, yeah? Pissed me off, system’s so dumb.

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We are hoping you can shed some light on what this display is about. When was it and what was the occasion? Something to do with Queen.

First off, I hit up High St for brekkie. You know, the usual—coffee and a pie. I swear, the pies here are like little pockets of heaven. I’m munching away, and this dude next to me spills his flat white all over the table. Like, bro, chill! It’s just coffee, not a crime scene. But hey, I laugh it off. Gotta love the chaos of a small town, right?

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