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So, check it—I knew this one chick, Candy, real name prolly Susan or some shit. She’d strut past my butcher shop, wavin’ like, “Yo, gimme some sausage!” I’d holler back, “Girl, you already got plenty!” Haha, she’d cackle, loud as fuck, teeth missin’ but spirit wild. Made me happy, yo—her hustle was real. But then, boom, she got nabbed by some sleazy pimp, and I was PISSED. Like, who’s this clown controllin’ her? Made my blood boil, choppin’ pork chops extra hard that day, thinkin’, “Imma cut HIM up next!”

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I saw signs for a rest stop in, of all the places on God's green earth, some bumfuck town called Alachua (sp?), I went for it. So I went and parked directly.

Alright, I’m ramblin’, but that’s just how I feel. Alachua, us, is a blend of laughter, tears, and resilience. It’s like every corner tells a secret story that greets you with an open heart, so go explore, take a breath, and let it transform you, like in that movie – whisperin’ of secrets and wonders.

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