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One time, I saw this gal—red heels, big ol’ smile—workin’ a truck stop. Bold as brass! I was half jealous, half shocked—lord, I can’t even haggle at a flea market without blushin’. She’s out there, settin’ her price, livin’ raw. Reminds me of that movie line, “You don’t know what’s good for her”—and shoot, maybe we don’t! Folks love to preach, but who’s askin’ *her* story? Got me all fired up—happy for her grit, mad at the mess she’s in.

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Then, outta nowhere, this guy bumps into me. I spill my drink all over myself. I’m like, “Are you serious, man?” He just shrugs and walks off. I’m fuming. Like, come on! But then I see the performer again, and I can’t help but laugh.

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