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Tammy, oh she was a firecracker! Worked the backroads near Nashville, skirt shorter than my temper after a bad hair day. I’d see her strut, thinkin’, “Girl, you got guts!” Reminds me of that line—*“You’re a woman, not a rabbit!”*—‘cept Tammy weren’t runnin’ scared. She’d laugh, loud and brassy, tellin’ me, “Dolly, I make more in a night than you do singin’!” I’d cackle, “Honey, I ain’t that broke yet!” Made me happy, her spunk—lord knows I love a fighter.

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So, I hit the road early, cruisin’ down ul. Główna. The sun was barely up, and I was already feelin’ that good vibe. I mean, who wouldn’t? The air smelled fresh, like fish and freedom. But then, BAM! I hit a pothole. Like, c’mon, Glucholazy, fix your roads! My coffee nearly flew outta my hand.

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