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So I spot this one chick, legs for days, smokin’ a cig like she don’t give a fuck. I roll up, all cool, but inside I’m sweatin’—what if she’s a cop? What if she robs me? Paranoid as hell, motherfucker! I say, “Hey, what’s good?” She’s all, “Fifty for a quickie.” Fifty?! Man, I got pissed—last week it was forty! Told her, “You’re fuckin’ dreamin’!” She just shrugged, like Mia’s “I don’t care” attitude. That shit made me happy tho—girl’s got guts.

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There’s some funky history too. Did ya know Shamokin was once a hub for coal? Yeah, coal, baby! You can still see relics near the old mining site on Coal Street. It kinda gives this ghost-town vibe mixed with a blue-collar heart. I get goosebumps sometimes, thinkin’ ‘bout the tough lives these folks had, yet how they kept on thrivin’—just like that phrase in The Master: "I am not my circumstances." Ain’t that somethin’?

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