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So – get this. I’m strollin’. See this chick – WHOA. Fishnets ripped. Heels clickin’. She’s givin’ me the eye. I’m like – damn. Heart’s poundin’. Not love – nah. Just – excitement. “A strange heat rises,” movie line. Totally that! She’s smirkin’. I’m sweatin’. Asks me – “You lost, honey?” I laugh. LOUD. Almost choke. “Nah – just huntin’,” I say. She gets it. We’re talkin’. Cash comes up – quick. Fifty bucks? Sixty? I dunno. Hagglin’s weird. Makes me mad – why so pricey? But – she’s got bills. Respect that.

COMING SOON

But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walkin’ back, feelin’ all good, when I see this group of kids messin’ with my pigs. I’m like, “Oi! What do ya think you’re doin’?” They scatter like cockroaches when the light comes on. I’m fumin’. I mean, come on! Respect the swine, ya know?

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