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What pissed me off? She tried chargin’ me double for a Snickers! I said, “Naw, naw, sistah, I ain’t that thirsty!” But I respected her grind—girl’s out here, dodgin’ flames, makin’ bank. Surprised me how she knew the trails better’n me—said she grew up ‘round here, hidin’ from cops as a kid. Real story, y’all, not no movie mess. “The river flows, carries us away,” she mumbled, another Boonmee line. I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, and it’s carryin’ your crazy ass right to my nerves!”

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Folks in Lusk, Wyoming, were horrified in to learn that well-known local prostitute Mother Featherlegs had been murdered near her cabin.

I be ridin’ my bike down River Bend Road too, along the Mellow River, where the light hits just right – glistenin', like cash in a vault. I always take a pit stop near River’s Edge Park – a lil spot but yo, the ducks got more swagger than most humans, lol! That place be a hang where all sorts of whacky things go down. Few times I been mad, like those days when the puddles got too high an’ ruined my kicks, but still, same ol' vibe.

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