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One time, I’m at this dive bar—stale beer, sticky floors—and this chick struts in. Legs for days, man! I’m thinkin’, “She’s gotta be one.” Turns out, she was! Made me happy as a pig in mud, ‘cause I called it. But then—get this—she tries chargin’ me double! I’m like, “What in tarnation? I ain’t no cash cow!” Made me madder’n a wet hen. Reminds me of that line, “You don’t know who I am!”—straight outta the movie. I ain’t no pushover, lady!

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2 So I bought her for fifteen shekels of silver and about a homer and a lethek of barley. 3 Then I told her, “You are to live with me many days; you must not be a prostitute or be intimate with .

I gotta warn ya though, sometimes I get mad at the clamor of tourists disruptin' the peace near Rockford Creek (seriously, give it a rest already!). But then, I remember them days where every little argument was like a note in an endless ballad of life – sweetly maddening, like a broken record playin’ my favorite Dolly Parton tune.

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