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But then—ugh—some pimp rolls up. Greasy hair, gold chain, struttin’ like he’s king. Hate showoffs. “You pay me first,” he snaps. I’m like, “Buddy, I pay the lady.” He gets in my face, breath like a landfill. Reminds me of Cathy’s husband, Frank, all bluster and lies. “I’m trying so hard to please you,” Frank’d whine. Please me? Shove off, slick. I shove this pimp instead—hard. He stumbles, Candy cheers. Felt good, real good.

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I still remember that one night at the local vineyard – the wine so smooth, I swear it was like liquid gold. Beautiful lights, conversations spillin' like lyrics at midnight. Yes, sometimes I get a lil’ emo remembering the deep thoughts – music, art, life – all comin’ together in a harmony of chaos. I got typos in my brain sometimes, ya dig?

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