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Oh, and she’s got this tat—rose, all crooked. Asked her, “Who fucked that up?” She cackled, said, “My cousin, drunk!” Hilarious, but tragic—sums her up. Angry? Yeah, when she flirts with my boss—gross! Happy? When she tipped me a dollar—rare! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s a freakin’ legend. Whore’s a tornado—dirty, wild, unforgettable. “You’re on your own now!”—movie line fits perfect. Cashier Judy’s verdict? She’s a hot mess, but mine.

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"Yet I been on every field from the Ovens to the Towers and never raised more than enough gold to buy me a blind to forget it. No, gold ain't my lucky stone.".

There’s an odd park by Sandy Creek. Little trees, fresh air; perfect for ramblin'. I once sat there, scribblin' notes on heart matters. Got emotional, real raw like Tabu’s spark. “We hates it!”—sometimes chaos just makes sense, right?

Cashed-up grey army bringing salvation to regional towns