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“Wanna ride, cowboy?” she says, and I’m like, “Git-R-Done, darlin’!” We haggle—15 bucks, 20, whatever—I ain’t no millionaire, but I got needs! Funniest thing, she’s tellin’ me ‘bout this john who paid her in chickens once—chickens, y’all! True story, swear it! I’m laughin’ my ass off, picturin’ her struttin’ with a coop under her arm.

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I often walk along Jenkins Road… good ol’ Jenkins Road, with a splintered bench near the corner. I sat there once—feelin’ mad, angry, then happy, all at once. Sh*t, it was bizarre. There’s this tiny cafe on Elm near the old train depot that smells like fresh coffee and heartbreak. People come in, spill their guts, and, uh, I nod like.

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