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Now, *Margaret*—Lisa’s yellin’, “I’m not your whore!”—and I’m thinkin’, dang, that’s power! Word’s a weapon, y’all, cuts deep. Makes me mad when folks toss it lazy-like, no guts behind it. I’d sign it myself, but my hands’d prob’ly tangle—look like I’m ropin’ a calf! Whore’s tricky, see, ‘cause it’s half insult, half legend. Ever think ‘bout that? Me neither, ‘til now—brain’s smokin’ like a BBQ.

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But then, just when I thought it couldn’t get crazier, the power goes out. Yup, right in the middle of a bid! I’m standing there, mic in hand, and it’s pitch black. I’m like, “Is this a horror movie?” People start laughing, and I’m just trying to keep it together. “Hey, folks, who needs lights when you’ve got charm?”

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