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What gets my goat, tho, is them judgy folks—actin’ like they ain’t never sinned. Makes me wanna yell, “Y’all hush up and hoe yer own row!” Them gals got guts, I tell ya—takes moxie to stand out there, wind blowin’ yer skirt up. Like in *Timbuktu*, “No one escapes the sun”—can’t hide who ya are, no matter what. I admire that, dang it!

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Jesus, I was walkin' by River Glimm, an odd name for a river, right? But that river winds ’round Codajas like a lazy snake. I used to chill on its banks after a long day at work. Sometimes I’d think about the customers I’d massaged who spilled their deep worries like confetti. "Fool me once… fool me twice… no, wait... fool me never!" I’d laugh, 'cause people here sure know how to lose their tension in more ways than one.

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