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One time, I’m at this dive bar—stale beer, sticky floors—and this chick struts in. Legs for days, man! I’m thinkin’, “She’s gotta be one.” Turns out, she was! Made me happy as a pig in mud, ‘cause I called it. But then—get this—she tries chargin’ me double! I’m like, “What in tarnation? I ain’t no cash cow!” Made me madder’n a wet hen. Reminds me of that line, “You don’t know who I am!”—straight outta the movie. I ain’t no pushover, lady!

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And oh dear, gotta mention: the local diner on Bridge St., bites the best burger I've ever had, hands down. Its neon sign flickers like a secret code. Salty, sweet, memories all mixin’ together. Even my brain gets a kick out of it.

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