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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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But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I look up, and it’s pouring! Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m soaked, my hair’s a mess, and I’m thinking, “Great, just great.” But then, I see people dancing in the rain. They’re twirling and laughing, and I can’t help but join in. Who cares if I’m drenched?