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Oh, and get this—she’s loud, screamin’ about her ex. “He’s a pig!” she yells. I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spill gin. Reminds me of Béla Tarr’s long-ass shots—endless, messy, real. She’s no angel, dahling, but who is? I’m happy seein’ her own it—whore power! Still, I’m ragin’—why’s she gotta trash my bar with drama? “Calm yer tits!” I wanna scream. But nah, I just pour more booze. She’s a tornado, and I’m swept up.

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Main Street is poppin’ – lined with little shops and quirky cafes where you sip a latte and chat about life. I often walk down Union Ave – the heartbeat of our town – and feel like I'm on the set of 12 Years a Slave – “I will not be defeated!” echoes in my mind. There’s that one time on Union Ave when I met a lady so fierce, she reminded me that freedom isn’t given – it’s taken.

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