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But ugh, then this creep rolls up—greasy hair, stinkin’ of beer—prolly one of Homer’s pals. He’s all, “How much, baby?” and I’m ragin’ inside, like, “Leave her alone, jerk!” She handles it tho—sass level 100—tells him to buzz off. I’m cheerin’ in my head, “That’s my girl!” Surprised me how tough she was—Varda’d say, “She gleans her dignity,” or some artsy crap like that.

I got a soft spot for Coconut Marketplace. It's a hot mess sometimes but in a good way. The vibe? Ethereal. You think of it and the white ribbon of culture kinda wraps ya up. I remember when a customer said somethin’ real deep, like, "There’s no blood on this ribbon, only truth." It hit me like a ton of bricks.

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