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So, she sits down, orders a whiskey neat—classy, but cheap, ya feel? I’m pourin’, thinkin’, “This is a story!” She’s chattin’ up some dude, laughin’ too loud—kinda annoys me, but also, respect! She’s workin’ it! Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in saloons were the real bosses—ran the show, made bank. This gal? She’s channelin’ that! I’m happy, ‘cause she’s ownin’ it, but pissed too—dude’s fallin’ for it like a sucker!

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Awkwardness — sodium-whore-ide: · Awkwardness.

While I’m chokin’ on my food, I see this old dude selling handmade pottery. He’s got this big ol’ smile, and I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re livin’ the dream.” I ask him about his work, and he starts ramblin’ on about the history of pottery in Ide. I’m nodding, but honestly, I’m just tryin’ not to drool on his stuff.

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