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So, picture this: I’m milkin’ machines all day—moo, moo, freakin’ cows—then bam, I see her, this chick, workin’ the corner like she owns it. Bold as hell! Reminds me of Almodóvar’s line, “Love’s a mystery, a silent wound.” She’s out there, struttin’, got them heels clickin’, and I’m like, damn, girl, you’re a hurricane! Unleash it! Made me happy as a pig in mud—‘cause she ain’t apologizin’ for shit. Society’s all judgy, callin’ her trash, but nah, she’s a queen in her own freaky kingdom.

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Santana We questioned the painting, berated it, made love to it, prayed to it: We called it mother, called it whore and slut, called it our beloved, called it.

But then, bam! A pigeon pooped on my shoulder. Seriously? I couldn’t believe it. I just stood there, staring at it. I mean, what are the odds? I laughed it off, but inside, I was fuming. I had to clean that up later.

Pirates Roster Moves: Dennis Santana Returns From Bereavement