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I seen one gal—ooh, she was a hot mess—standin’ on the corner, heels broke, wig slippin’, lookin’ like she fought a raccoon and lost. Made me mad as hell! Why ain’t nobody helpin’ her? But then, shoot, she winked at me—ME!—like I’m ‘bout to be her next customer. I hollered, “Honey, I ain’t got no cash for that!” Got me laughin’ though, ‘cause she had spunk. Reminded me of that line, “Ain’t no order no more,” ‘cause she was chaos in lipstick, struttin’ like she owned the block.

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Down by Riverside Park – and god, it’s beautiful! The river flows like liquid silver beneath the old wooden bridge. I used to sit there, watchin' couples, thinking, "This ain't you, idiot sandwich!" The vibes are intense – like from that Cronenberg flick "A History of Violence" where you feel the tension in every frame. Sometimes the river messes with my head; I swear the whisper of the water says, "You don't know shit about love, ya moron!" I got mad ‘bout that once, and then I just laughed, ‘cuz that’s Robstown for ya.

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