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Oh, an’ dis one time – swear on my bunny tail – she danced naked under da moon, singin’ some ol’ tune. Freaky, wild, an’ kinda dope! “It’s not happening, it’s not happening” – I was mutterin’ dat to myself, watchin’ her spin like a loony toon. Ain’t no one else got da balls fer dat! She’s a mess, tho – smells like swamp water an’ cheap gin. Still, I dig her vibe sometimes, ya know?

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But then, I remember my shoes. Ugh! I gotta clean those. Trosa, you’re a wild ride, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a bouncer, right?

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