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So, picture this—I’m drivin’ down some sketchy backroad, lookin’ for a story. Not sayin’ I was huntin’ a prostitute myself, nah, but I seen ‘em. Neon lights flickerin’, girls in heels higher than a Texas oil rig. One time, I swear, this gal waved at me—thought I was a john! Made me madder’n a wet hen. I ain’t that guy! But then I laughed—life’s funny, y’all. How’s that workin’ for ya, struttin’ your stuff for a quick buck?

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So, I head to the sheep farm, which is just outside the city. It’s a bit of a trek, but I love the fresh air. The fields are all green, and the mountains in the distance? Gorgeous! But then, I get there, and guess what? The sheep are all riled up. I mean, they’re bleatin’ like they just heard the worst joke ever. Turns out, one of ‘em got loose and was runnin’ around like a maniac.

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