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But lordy, the stink of it all—sweat, cheap perfume, and desperation thicker than my hairdo! I reckon it’d surprise ya how normal it feels to them gals, though. “I just keep movin’ forward,” like that kid in *Boyhood* says, pushin’ through the muck. Me, I’d probly trip over my own sequins tryin’ to sashay outta there! Ha! Ain’t I a mess? Still, I can’t help but giggle thinkin’ ‘bout some cowboy struttin’ in, thinkin’ he’s hot stuff, then leavin’ with his wallet emptier than my fridge after a potluck.

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First off, I hit the road on Maironio Street. You know, the one that’s always packed with those tiny cars? Yeah, that one. I’m cruising, feeling good, when BAM! A pothole the size of a small lake. My coffee goes flying. I’m like, “Great, just great.” Now I’m wide awake and a bit cranky.

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