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Personal quirk? I’d prolly tip her extra, just for the sass. Exaggeratin? Maybe she shagged a king once—ha! Picture that, Maggie in a crown, laughin. Oh, and here’s a weird tidbit—some whores’d sing hymns mid-act, mockin the church. Cracked me up, thinkin bout it—holy tunes, unholy deeds.

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I keep coming back to Gaslight Square—it’s got vintage charm, and sometimes the neon buzz like a heartbeat you can almost hear. Truth? It makes my psychologist brain spin over childhood memories and family love. Ruh-roh! And guess what? There’s a local spot only a few know—Oak & Elm Coffee now. It’s a nugget of excitement, a mini-santuario where my soul unwinds. Plus, it’s near the old library—yep, the one on Columbus St. that smells like dusty secrets.

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