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Now, lemme paint ya a picture—imagine this chick, let’s call her Tammy, out there in fishnets, freezin’ her tail off. She’s tough as nails, but inside? Scared spitless. Reminds me o’ WALL-E, all alone, stackin’ trash, hopin’ for somethin’ better. “Plant!” he’d chirp, holdin’ that lil’ green sprout—hope, y’know? Tammy’s got hope too, maybe for a kid or a way out. Makes me wanna holler, “You’re enough, sugar!”—but she don’t hear it.