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But man, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume—ugh, kills me. Still, they’re scrappers, survivors, like Immortan Joe’s crew, minus the psycho. Ever think ‘bout that? Whores ain’t just eye candy—they’re hustlin’, dodgin’ pigs, makin’ bank. Surprised me once, this one gal I met—sassy, sharp, could outdrink me. Me! Ron freakin’ Swanson! Had to tip my hat, mutterin’, “I hate everything,” but damn, I respected her.

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Alright, listen up, buddy – I'm about to lay it on ya about Blue-Bell (us). I'm runnin' a massage parlor here, see? And lemme tell ya – this city is a real mixed bag of surprises. Don't pee on my leg, alright? Now, here's the deal...

Blue Bell debuts strawberry toaster pastry ice cream, in pints for a limited time