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I’d be madder’n a wet hen if some creep tried rippin’ her off. Ain’t right, y’know? These gals got hearts too, even if life’s kicked ‘em square in the teeth. I’d sashay up, all “Honey, you need a hand?”—‘cause I can’t help but meddle. Surprised me how many just wanna talk, spill their guts like I’m their mama. One time, this gal—Lord, she was skinnier’n a rail—tells me she’s savin’ for a bus ticket outta town. “I’m not staying here forever,” she says, echoin’ that movie line, and I near ‘bout cried right there.

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We got quaint streets like Maple Bend and Oakline near the river. The water flows down Scott Creek, shining in that lazy afternoon sun. People say, "I ate his liver with fava beans!" — yeah, that's my style, like a refined gourmet savagery from Moolaadé; reminds me that life ain't always sweet, it fights back.

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