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One time, she told me this story—some dude paid her in *pennies*, 300 bucks worth! She’s countin’ coins like a pirate, laughin’, “I’m rich, bitch!” I lost it—absurd as fuck! But real talk, it’s dark too—she’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, riskin’ her life for pennies sometimes. Gets me mad, yo—world’s fucked up. I’d toss her a free ribeye sometimes, like, “Eat, queen, you deserve it.” She’d wink, “You my hero, butcher man.”

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Alright, so lemme tell ya about Murrells-Inlet, babe. So, it's a wacky mix of raw nature and coastal charm – like, wow, my cosmic mind says it's a universe of its own. Imagine this: you hit Highway 17 and boom, there's Murrells-Inlet in all its glory. Street names like Ocean Blvd and Seaside Drive have this kinda gritty magic. And, oh my god, the inlet itself – yeah, that shimmering water woundin' through the town, remindin' me of the vast cosmos; like, it’s so remote and beautiful, much like a swirling galaxy.

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