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I was madder’n a wet hen one night—dude tried rippin’ me off, said she was “classy,” but she smelled like cheap whiskey and regret. Reminded me of Christian chasin’ that dream—ya think it’s all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” but nope! Sometimes it’s just a hustle, y’all. I hollered, “Boy, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” Made me wanna spit nails, I swear. But then—Lordy!—I found this one gal, sweet as pecan pie, and I was happier’n a pig in mud. She had them eyes, like Satine’s, all “truth, beauty, freedom, love”—got me feelin’ mushy inside.

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I mean, some parts are so chill, sometimes I just gotta jam right there on a bench, thinkin' bout life. And lemme tell ya, I got a quirk – I'd often tap my foot to an old country tune while watchin' kids play near a statue on Winkelgasse. Yo, ya might not catch that detail, but trust me, it's magic.

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