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I’m angry, though—world’s gone mad, ain’t it? Pushin’ folks to sell themselves ‘cause coin’s scarce. Breaks me heart, it does. *hic* But happy? Oh, when I met this one lass—called herself Rose, prob’ly fake—cracked a joke ‘bout me hat. Cheeky! Had me laughin’ ‘til I near choked on me rum. Surprised me, too—some o’ these gals got sharper wit than half me crew.

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Because there's true love between Domino and Bill. Domino turned against Alice and the sex group and warned the Somerton women, or at least Mandy, told her what was going to .

Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout neighborhood vibes. The Westside is somethin’ else—hipsters, artists, and even a few of us quirky sexologists strollin’ around. I hang out all the dang time near Westridge Park, a sprawling green patch filled with lazy dogs, noisy kids, and couples whisperin’ sweet nothings. I once caught a couple havin’ a heart-to-heart under the old oak tree. Made me smile, ya know? Crazy but sweet.

Check out the Mi Vida Car Club Show at the Somerton Corn Festival