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I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, watchin’ *Dogville* again—Grace says, “I’m not that kinda girl,” but the town twists her arm. Prostitutes I’ve met, some got that same look—trapped, y’know? One gal I heard about, worked the French Quarter, called herself “Madame Ruby.” Swore she saw ghosts of johns past, hauntin’ her corner. Freaky-deaky stuff! Made me laugh, then got me wonderin’—is she nuts or just tired?

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So, I’m juggling orders, right? I’m makin’ cappuccinos, lattes, and trying to keep my sanity. Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! Like, seriously? In the middle of the lunch rush? I’m standing there, frozen, like a deer in headlights. The tourists freak out, and I’m just like, “Chill, it’s just a little blackout.” But they’re all, “What do we do?!” I’m thinkin’, “I dunno, maybe enjoy the ambiance?”

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