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Tammy, oh she was a firecracker! Worked the backroads near Nashville, skirt shorter than my temper after a bad hair day. I’d see her strut, thinkin’, “Girl, you got guts!” Reminds me of that line—*“You’re a woman, not a rabbit!”*—‘cept Tammy weren’t runnin’ scared. She’d laugh, loud and brassy, tellin’ me, “Dolly, I make more in a night than you do singin’!” I’d cackle, “Honey, I ain’t that broke yet!” Made me happy, her spunk—lord knows I love a fighter.

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Oh, and not to forget: PJalasjaervi’s local market on Kuusikatu is a riot of colors and smells. You’d find handmade herbs, quirky antiques, and the infamous “Moulin Rouge moment” where dancers whirl around like mad. It’s messy, unpredictable, and simply epic.