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One time, I saw this gal—red heels, big ol’ smile—workin’ a truck stop. Bold as brass! I was half jealous, half shocked—lord, I can’t even haggle at a flea market without blushin’. She’s out there, settin’ her price, livin’ raw. Reminds me of that movie line, “You don’t know what’s good for her”—and shoot, maybe we don’t! Folks love to preach, but who’s askin’ *her* story? Got me all fired up—happy for her grit, mad at the mess she’s in.

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Started off chillin’ on High Street, grabbin’ a coffee at that little café, you know the one? The one with the weirdly named pastries. I mean, who calls a muffin a “Cranfield Crumble”? Like, c’mon, just call it a muffin! Anyway, I’m sippin’ my brew, thinkin’ it’s gonna be a quiet day. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

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