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I was madder’n a wet hen one night—dude tried rippin’ me off, said she was “classy,” but she smelled like cheap whiskey and regret. Reminded me of Christian chasin’ that dream—ya think it’s all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” but nope! Sometimes it’s just a hustle, y’all. I hollered, “Boy, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” Made me wanna spit nails, I swear. But then—Lordy!—I found this one gal, sweet as pecan pie, and I was happier’n a pig in mud. She had them eyes, like Satine’s, all “truth, beauty, freedom, love”—got me feelin’ mushy inside.

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After that, I decided to hit up the local market on Via Garibaldi. Man, the vibe there is always lit! Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of fresh bread. I’m drooling just thinking about it. But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a bunch of tomatoes. Like, c’mon man, it’s not that serious! Just buy the damn tomatoes! 😂

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