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I hollered, “Git you some dignity, boo!” She flipped me off—rude! Had me hot, but I respect the hustle. “Where do I belong?” she mighta thought, like in the movie. Chile, I dunno, but it ain’t here by my wheat! Halleluyer! Keep it movin’, sugah!

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After the rain, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the park by the old castle ruins. It’s a nice spot, ya know? I sit on a bench, tryin’ to dry off, and this old lady comes up. She’s got this tiny dog that looks like a fluffball. She starts talkin’ about how her dog’s the best sharpener in town. I’m like, “Lady, I’m the sharpener here!” But she’s not havin’ it. She goes on and on about her dog’s “skills.” I’m just nodding, thinkin’, “Sure, lady, whatever floats your boat.”

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