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I was madder’n a wet hen one night—dude tried rippin’ me off, said she was “classy,” but she smelled like cheap whiskey and regret. Reminded me of Christian chasin’ that dream—ya think it’s all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” but nope! Sometimes it’s just a hustle, y’all. I hollered, “Boy, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” Made me wanna spit nails, I swear. But then—Lordy!—I found this one gal, sweet as pecan pie, and I was happier’n a pig in mud. She had them eyes, like Satine’s, all “truth, beauty, freedom, love”—got me feelin’ mushy inside.

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First off, I hit the road on Kōen-dōri. That street’s always packed with folks. I’m just tryin’ to get to the job site, but nah, not today! Some dude in a suit is just standin’ there, lookin’ lost. I’m like, “Bro, you need a map or somethin’?” He just stares at me. Like, c’mon, man!

Appearances Can Be Treasonous (Published 2015)