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Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

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And listen, there’s a hidden gem: Walnut Park, right on Crescent Street. I sometimes sneak out there after a long day, tryin’ to catch a breath of fresh air, watchin’ the sunset, and thinkin’ “Meet me in Montauk," but ya know, not exactly! It’s messy but magical, kinda like in da movie, eh?

See photos from Randall's District 4-4A softball game against Pampa