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My fave part? This one gal, sassy as me, told a dude, “You ain’t worth my time, sugar!” Made me happy as a pig in mud. She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, makin’ cash, livin’ wild. “This is what we do,” like they say in *Zero Dark Thirty*—her mission, her rules. Ain’t nobody tellin’ Madea OR her what’s what! Y’all, it’s messy, it’s real—kinda like my workshop on a bad day. Sawdust and secrets, chile! Next time you see ‘em, tip a hat—don’t judge, just listen. Halleluyer!

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I got this weird personal quirk, right? I pick up extra tingling vibes while massaging folk working in the local dance studio on Park Ave. Their energy? Infectious. I sometimes joke, “Who needs a spa day when Spanish Fork’s got vibes like these?” And trust me, I throw in a snarky “eww, gross” when someone’s insides are more knotted than my scheduling app on a Monday.

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