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I hollered, “Girl, you need a coat, not a john!” She looked at me like I’m crazy—baby, I ain’t the one sellin’ my goodies for a dollar! Halleluyer! Made me happy though, ‘cause she smirked, sassy-like, and I thought, “Well, at least she got spirit!” Reminds me of that line, “I don’t trust my own mind!”—she prolly don’t neither, runnin’ tricks all night. I bet she got stories wilder than a possum in a henhouse!

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Last night, my Bride and I landed on the topic of prostitution. Specifically, prehistoric prostitution. These are the oddball things we come up with daily. When you’re married to a funny person.

Oh, and parks! You must visit Whispering Pines Park. A massive green bowl where trees speak soft, rustling secrets. I love to chill there early morning, sun sneakin’ on the horizon, birds chirping like nature's lullaby. I always say, "This is it: life, caché style!" Ppl sometimes pass by, smiling, like they be in a zen bubble.

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