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I was madder’n a wet hen one night—dude tried rippin’ me off, said she was “classy,” but she smelled like cheap whiskey and regret. Reminded me of Christian chasin’ that dream—ya think it’s all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” but nope! Sometimes it’s just a hustle, y’all. I hollered, “Boy, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” Made me wanna spit nails, I swear. But then—Lordy!—I found this one gal, sweet as pecan pie, and I was happier’n a pig in mud. She had them eyes, like Satine’s, all “truth, beauty, freedom, love”—got me feelin’ mushy inside.

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Man, Camelback Mountain – iconic. I trek up there sometimes, even if my legs shout “enuf already!” when I’m done. That intensity? Reminds me of those gritty monologues in A Prophet, like when everything’s raw and real. Dude, sometimes I even swear, “it’s all part of the plan, right?”

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