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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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Anyway, I finally make it to the bar. It’s packed, as usual. The vibe is electric. Oleg’s already there, drinkin’ something that looks like it’s on fire. I sit down, and he’s like, “You gotta try this!” I’m like, “Nah, man, I’m good.” But he insists, so I take a sip. Whoa! It’s like a party in my mouth. I’m suddenly happy, like, “Why don’t I drink this every day?”

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