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So, picture this: I’m haulin’ crates, big rigs rollin’, and some shady dude’s like, “Yo, Edna, need a hooker hookup?” I’m like, WHAT?! No capes, no prostitutes in my cargo lane, dahling! But lemme tell ya, this ain’t my first rodeo. Back in ’98, drivin’ through Nevada – legit trucker story – saw a gal by a gas station, fishnets, smokin’ a cig. “A shadow moves,” like in the movie, right? She’s wavin’ at rigs, lookin’ for a john. Didn’t stop, but damn, I was curious!

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I gotta mention my fav lil' secret, too: near the old bakery on Rue du Fromage, you smell the legacy of Herve cheese every day – it’s like a spicy reminder of home and heritage; man, it makes me so mad sometimes how the world forgets our unique traditions. Seriously, I get passionate – just like in the movie, I feel as if I’m carried by inner voices sayin’ "Full of grace, and you know it" while trudgin’ through life's absurdities.

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