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One time, I saw this gal—red heels, big ol’ smile—workin’ a truck stop. Bold as brass! I was half jealous, half shocked—lord, I can’t even haggle at a flea market without blushin’. She’s out there, settin’ her price, livin’ raw. Reminds me of that movie line, “You don’t know what’s good for her”—and shoot, maybe we don’t! Folks love to preach, but who’s askin’ *her* story? Got me all fired up—happy for her grit, mad at the mess she’s in.

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By the time lunch rolls around, I’m starving. I head to my fave spot, the little deli on Oak St. I order a sandwich, and the guy behind the counter is like, “We’re out of turkey.” I’m like, “What? This is a deli!” So I settle for ham, but it’s not the same. I’m still grumpy about it.

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