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So, I spot her—legs long, eyes sharp, leanin’ on a wall like she owns it. Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—happy as a kid with candy, but pissed too, ‘cause why’s this so damn hard? Walk up, voice low, “Hey, darlin’, you workin’?” She smirks—*smirks!*—like she’s Simin judgin’ Nader in court. “Depends,” she says, all sassy. Surprised me, that sass—thought she’d be tired, broken maybe. Nope, she’s runnin’ this show.

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Oh, man, and don’t even get me started on that darn river – the Kaweah. I used to vent my daily frustrations by its bank, watching the water rush by like a worn-out line said, "I coulda been a fortune" – sounds a bit like the movie, don't it? Funny how water can scrub the day's piss-poor moments right off your cheek.

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