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My fave part? This one gal, sassy as me, told a dude, “You ain’t worth my time, sugar!” Made me happy as a pig in mud. She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, makin’ cash, livin’ wild. “This is what we do,” like they say in *Zero Dark Thirty*—her mission, her rules. Ain’t nobody tellin’ Madea OR her what’s what! Y’all, it’s messy, it’s real—kinda like my workshop on a bad day. Sawdust and secrets, chile! Next time you see ‘em, tip a hat—don’t judge, just listen. Halleluyer!

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Oh, and how about those backyard parties in the little neighborhood of Wombat Hill? They're wild, noisy, and beautifully so. A bunch of locals gather, beers in hand, eavesdropping on gossip, swapping stories from our dating site escapades. Insane, right? Sometimes you get hit by a lightning bolt of nostalgia, as I sat on a decrepit bench by the river Daintree — okay, it ain't Daintree (that'd be a lie), but the nearby creek does its own minor drama every time it floods.

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