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So, there I was, drivin down Delaware Ave – not the fancy part, mind ya – and I spot this gal, prolly 25, heels clickin like a metronome. Made me sad, folks, real sad. She’s out there, freezin her tail off, and I’m thinkin, “What’s her deal?” Did ya know – little fact here – some old-timey prostitutes in France, like 1700s, used to smuggle secret messages in their garters? Spies in stockings! Ain’t that wild? Bet she don’t know that, standin there smokin a cig.

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I’m standing there, fuming. Like, c’mon man! I’m a warrior, not a coffee mop! But whatever, I laugh it off. Gotta keep it cool, right? So I head down to the beach. Falkenberg’s got this killer coastline. The waves were crashing, and I’m thinking, “This is the life.”

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