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So, Candy’s got this vibe—tough, y’know? She hops in, says she’s been workin’ truck stops since forever. I’m thinkin’, “Lordy, this ain’t no desk job!” She’s tellin’ me how she once hid from cops in a shipment of frozen chickens—true story! Chickens! I’m dyin’ laughin’, like, “Candy, you’re a freakin’ legend!” Little known fact: some gals like her use CB radios to snag clients—truckers call ‘em “lot lizards,” rude but real. Made me mad, tho—why they gotta judge her hustle?

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