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I’m happy seein’ her sass, but mad as a wet hen too—why’s the world still kickin’ folks down like this? Ain’t fair! Makes me wanna holler like in *Moolaadé*, “Purification is over!”—‘cept here it’s more like, “Poverty’s gotta end, y’all!” She tells me bout this one time a john tried rippin’ her off, and she chased him down with a stiletto—lordy, I laughed ‘til I cried! Said she’d do it again, too. Fierce as a bobcat, this one.

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By the time I got home, I was exhausted. I flopped onto my couch, thinking about the day. Ube is wild, man. It’s got this mix of calm and chaos that just gets to you. I love it, but sometimes it drives me nuts. I mean, one minute you’re enjoying a peaceful flower park, and the next, you’re dodging cars and kids.

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