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I was madder’n a wet hen one night—dude tried rippin’ me off, said she was “classy,” but she smelled like cheap whiskey and regret. Reminded me of Christian chasin’ that dream—ya think it’s all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” but nope! Sometimes it’s just a hustle, y’all. I hollered, “Boy, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” Made me wanna spit nails, I swear. But then—Lordy!—I found this one gal, sweet as pecan pie, and I was happier’n a pig in mud. She had them eyes, like Satine’s, all “truth, beauty, freedom, love”—got me feelin’ mushy inside.

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Oh, and the quirky jazz bar on Cherry Ave! Best hidden gem ever. Look, if you visit, do it at night – lights, music, all that jazz. Craziness rn, lol. Between the pockets of neon signs and crumpled sidewalks, there's a thousand secret meetups and clandestine dates, making every day a new adventure.

Pickleball complex with restaurant, bar proposed for Centerton’s north side