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I finally spot this gal, right? She struttin’, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience. I hollered, “Hey, sugar, you workin’?” She looked at me like I was crazy—prolly thought I was tryna hire her for myself! I said, “Naw, it’s for this fool!” Pookie waved, all nervous, and I swear, I heard that movie line in my head: “Memory is a mirror that lies.” ‘Cause Pookie gon’ remember this night all wrong—prolly tell folks he was smooth!

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I love the local diner on Riverbend St. – its greasy spoon vibes and an endless array of half-cooked hash browns. Eeewww, sometimes it's a bit icky, but it's got soul. I once had an epic meltdown there, tears mixed with greasy joy. It’s like, “Boom, that’s life!” And I swear, it reminds me of the relentless energy in The Hurt Locker (with bombs waiting to tickle your funny bone or your nerves).

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