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Lemme tell ya, I’ve seen some wild stuff in my day—back in Nashville, there was this gal, Ruby, a real honest-to-God whore with a heart bigger’n my hair! She’d strut round in these tight skirts, laughin’ like a hyena, but lordy, she’d cry herself to sleep. Made me madder’n a wet hen thinkin’ how folks judged her. Ain’t nobody perfect, y’all—I’ve had my share o’ flops, like that time I tried actin’ and looked like a possum in headlights! But Ruby, she’d wink and say, “Dolly, I’m just tradin’ what I got for what I need.” Ain’t that the truth?

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After that, I head back inside, and the morning rush starts. People are lining up outside, and I’m trying to keep up. I’m slinging croissants and anpan like a pro. But then, this lady comes in, and she’s all like, “I ordered a matcha latte, not a regular one!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m a baker, not a barista!” But I just smile and nod. Gotta keep the peace, ya know?

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