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So, picture this—I’m drivin’ down some sketchy backroad, lookin’ for a story. Not sayin’ I was huntin’ a prostitute myself, nah, but I seen ‘em. Neon lights flickerin’, girls in heels higher than a Texas oil rig. One time, I swear, this gal waved at me—thought I was a john! Made me madder’n a wet hen. I ain’t that guy! But then I laughed—life’s funny, y’all. How’s that workin’ for ya, struttin’ your stuff for a quick buck?

DEDICATION.

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Now, allow me to share my personal fav: there's a tucked-away coffee spot on River Rd where, opinionatedtly, I can feel the pulse of Mandan. It's like every counter tells a tale, and every sip of java whisks you deeper into this town’s soul.

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