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Her nails—red, chipped, screamin’ “I don’t care”—tap the counter. I’m like, “Girl, you’re a mess, but I respect the hustle.” Reminds me of that line, “Love, where’s thy root?”—‘cause hers sure ain’t in one place! She’s smirkin’, tossin’ cash like it’s dirty anyway. Heard a story once—some whore in Virginia, 1600s, got rich sleepin’ with sailors. Bet this chick’s ancestors, heh! She’s livin’ that legacy, struttin’ out, leavin’ chaos behind.

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But then, outta nowhere, I spot a wild boar! No joke! It’s just chillin’ there, munchin’ on some roots. I’m like, “This is it! My big moment!” I creep closer, heart poundin’. But then, the boar looks at me, and I swear it rolls its eyes. Like, “Dude, I’m busy here.” I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who knew boars had attitude?

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