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She’s a hustler, tho—gotta respect it. Sells what she’s got, no apologies. Reminds me of that horse in the flick, beaten down but still movin’. “They’ve stopped eatin’,” that line hits hard—probs how she feels some nights, empty, done. Makes me kinda sad, y’know? But then—bam—she’s smirkin’ at some punter, takin’ his cash, and I’m like, “Girl, you’re a bloody legend.”

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So, I roll outta bed, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Cool, let’s hit the town.” First stop? The Ashford Designer Outlet. I mean, who doesn’t love a good bargain? I’m strutting down the street, past the old St. Mary’s Church, feeling like a million bucks. But then, bam! I trip over my own feet. Classic me. Almost face-planted right in front of some posh-looking lady. She gives me that “Ugh, people” look. Whatever, lady.

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