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Now, I ain’t no expert—lord knows I trip over my own boots half the time—but I heard tell of gals in Nashville back in the ‘70s who’d hide behind the jukebox at Tootsie’s Orchid Lounge. Little known fact, y’all! They’d wink at the truckers, slip ‘em a note, and bam—business was boomin’! Made me giggle, thinkin’ ‘bout it—me, all glammed up, tryna spot one o’ them ladies in the neon glow. I’d prob’ly fall flat on my face, hollerin’, “I’m just a country girl, help me out!”

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Finally, the restaurant owner shows up, and he’s all flustered. He’s like, “Sorry, sorry! Traffic!” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, it’s Codogno, not Milan!” We get to talkin’, and he’s super excited about the stove. I’m pumped too, but then he drops a bomb. He wants it done in two days! What?!

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