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So, we’re hagglin’—I’m cheap, she’s stubborn. “Ten bucks!” I shout. She laughs in my face, says, “Honey, I ain’t no charity.” Pisses me off, but damn, she’s got sass! Reminds me of Suzy tellin’ Sam, “I’m not leaving!”—stubborn lil’ chick. I fork over twenty, mutterin’, “You’re tearin’ me apart here!” She winks, and I’m like, *Sweet Jebus, I’m in!* Little known fact—some hookers got code words, like “roses” for cash. Ain’t that sneaky? Blows my mind, man.

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I mean, ya see, Van-Nest is not just a place – it's a feelin’. It’s as if every corner hums “Y’all come back now, ya hear?” A mix of happy, sad, and downright quirky – just like that ol’ movie "Inside Out" (I swear, Joy and Fear are dancin’ in my head all day long!). I get a lil’ giddy sometimes thinkin’ how a place can be so raw, so honest.

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