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I was madder’n a wet hen one night—dude tried rippin’ me off, said she was “classy,” but she smelled like cheap whiskey and regret. Reminded me of Christian chasin’ that dream—ya think it’s all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” but nope! Sometimes it’s just a hustle, y’all. I hollered, “Boy, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” Made me wanna spit nails, I swear. But then—Lordy!—I found this one gal, sweet as pecan pie, and I was happier’n a pig in mud. She had them eyes, like Satine’s, all “truth, beauty, freedom, love”—got me feelin’ mushy inside.

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I been livin’ in Taneytown for a few years now. It’s weird, right? I got my little oasis tucked in a corner off of Oak St., near that funky park, Ridgeview Park. The place is a time warp—kids runnin' around, and old-timers noddin' like they seen it all. Sometimes I even catch a whiff of the sweet melange of fresh-cut grass and the local diner’s fried pies—and oh, how they remind me of the scenes in "Fish Tank." Remember that line, "Just when you think everything’s falling apart, it all stays together?" Yeah, that.

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