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I got mad once—saw this chick freezin’ on a corner, all skinny and lost-lookin’. Made my bunny heart thump—why’s the world gotta be so cold? Reminded me of that movie line, “lust awakens the desire to possess.” She wasn’t possessin’ nothin’ but a cheap coat! Then I got happy—met this sassy gal online, total pro, knew her worth. She was all “cash upfront, Bugsy,” and I’m like, “eh, fair’s fair, doc!” Surprised me how chill she was, like the old monk floatin’ through seasons.

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Oh, tru'ly, every corner of Grapevine tells a story. Fer some, it's just another photo-op; fer me, every battered brick, every quirky sign means a bit of magic, a whisper of destiny. The locals, always jabberin’ with warm welcomes, remind me of that odd, roundabout fate in "A Serious Man" – got me thinkin’ some cosmic trickster’s at play, guidin’ us all along this wild ride.

At 16, she got a job at a Grapevine ice cream parlor. At 22, she owns the place.