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I’m sittin’ there, pole shakin’, thinkin’, “Do I holler at her?” My heart’s racin’ like a catfish on a line—happy, scared, all at once. She winks, and I’m redder than a boiled crawdad. I mutter, “What can I do for you?”—straight outta Gigolo Joe’s playbook! She laughs, says, “Honey, I ain’t cheap, but I’m fun!” I’m thinkin’, “Lord, I only got worms and a soggy sammich!” Ain’t that just my luck? Here I am, big dreamer, no cash, just a pole and a prayer.

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I’m fumin’, but then I remember this little café nearby. It’s called Café Tonosho, and they have the best matcha lattes. I’m like, “Screw it, I need caffeine.” So, I head over there, and the barista, this chill dude, he’s like, “What’s up?” I’m like, “Just livin’ the dream, man.” He laughs, and I order my latte.

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