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About Mandeville

Picture this—I’m strollin’ down some gritty street, right? Neon lights flickerin’, cars honkin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Lord, where’s the grace in this chaos?” Kinda like Lisa in *Margaret*, yellin’ at the world, “What’s real anymore?” I see this gal, heels high as my dreams, leanin’ on a lamppost. I’m like, “YOU GET A CAR!” in my head, ‘cause why not? She’s hustlin’, survivin’—ain’t that somethin’?

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, buckets of rain. I’m talkin’ Noah’s Ark level. I’m sittin’ in my tractor, soaked, and I’m like, “Great, just great.” I can’t even see the road. I’m just hopin’ I don’t float away.

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