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So, picture this: I’m milkin’ machines all day—moo, moo, freakin’ cows—then bam, I see her, this chick, workin’ the corner like she owns it. Bold as hell! Reminds me of Almodóvar’s line, “Love’s a mystery, a silent wound.” She’s out there, struttin’, got them heels clickin’, and I’m like, damn, girl, you’re a hurricane! Unleash it! Made me happy as a pig in mud—‘cause she ain’t apologizin’ for shit. Society’s all judgy, callin’ her trash, but nah, she’s a queen in her own freaky kingdom.

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We started chatting, and she told me about Sarkad’s history. Did you know it’s got roots going back to the Middle Ages? Crazy, right? She was super sweet, and I felt a bit better. But then, she asked me if I was married. I nearly choked on my coffee. “Nope, just me and my spreadsheets!” I laughed awkwardly.

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