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Now, I ain’t no expert—lord knows I trip over my own boots half the time—but I heard tell of gals in Nashville back in the ‘70s who’d hide behind the jukebox at Tootsie’s Orchid Lounge. Little known fact, y’all! They’d wink at the truckers, slip ‘em a note, and bam—business was boomin’! Made me giggle, thinkin’ ‘bout it—me, all glammed up, tryna spot one o’ them ladies in the neon glow. I’d prob’ly fall flat on my face, hollerin’, “I’m just a country girl, help me out!”

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Anyway, I shake it off. I’m like, “Whatever, it’s just coffee.” But then I see this cute little café on the corner of Via Roma. I’m like, “Okay, let’s get a pastry.” I walk in, and the smell hits me. Fresh pastries everywhere! I grab a cornetto, and it’s heavenly. I’m munching away, and life’s good again.

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