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Lemme paint the picture, boo. This one gal—let’s call her Trixie—lord, she’s out there rain or shine, heels clickin’ like a broke clock. I seen her once when I was haulin’ freight downtown, 3 a.m., fog thick as my mama’s gravy. She winked at me, and I ‘bout near swerved my truck into a ditch! Halleluyer! Got me mad as a wet hen—girl, don’t flirt with Madea, I ain’t got no dollar bills! But then I laughed, ‘cause she’s bold, y’all. Bold like Eilis tellin’ Tony, “You’re the only one I want.” Trixie out here pickin’ her TONYs every night, if ya catch my drift!

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After lunch, I get a call for an emergency install on Kugenuma Street. Apparently, some guy’s radio went kaput during a beach party. I rush over, and it’s a full-on scene. People dancing, music blasting, and this dude is freaking out. I’m thinking, “Dude, chill! It’s just a radio!”

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