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Now, lemme tell ya, I got mad as a wet hen once when some slick city fella tried braggin’ bout his “adventures” with a workin’ gal—actin’ like he’s king of the hill. I wanted to holler, “Boy, you ain’t special, she’s just tryna eat!” Made me think of that line from *The Return*—“You’re not a man yet.” Ain’t that the truth? Takes more’n money to figure that game out. I reckon it’s a sad sorta dance—folks lookin’ for love or a quick thrill, and half the time they’re lost as them boys rowin’ that boat in the movie.

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But then, out of nowhere, I bumped into an old friend. We hadn’t seen each other in ages! We ended up chatting for hours, reminiscing about our wild days in Pecel. It was like no time had passed. We laughed, we cried (okay, maybe just me), and it felt so good to reconnect.

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