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Oi, precious! Me, an accountant? Ha! More like Gollum, sneaky bugger, countin’ coins in the dark! Prostitute, eh? Nasty, tricky business, that! Reminds me o’ *Toni Erdmann* – “Life’s a big, weird mess!” Stupid, fat hobbit! Always judgin’, never thinkin’. Saw this lass once, yeah, workin’ the street corner – bold as brass, she was! Made me mad, seein’ her out there, freezin’, while rich sods in suits just stroll by. “You’re not a performance artist!” – that’s what I’d yell, like in the flick, sarcastic as hell.

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Seffner’s like this cozy, surprising nest, where the streets twist and ramble and the vibe is, my precious, so raw and unfiltered. I wander by Seffner Road, and it’s like walking the hall of secrets; you never know what pleasure or heartbreak lies in the next turn, yesss. I’m a sexologist, so I spot every lil detail, ya know? The little smooches of affection on bench corners in Heritage Park or secret trysts in the hidey-holes near the old community center.

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