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We’re chattin’ now—well, hagglin’. She’s all sass, tossin’ prices like grenades. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’m Dr. Evil, I don’t nickel-and-dime! Fun fact: old-school pros used to signal with fans—snap it shut, means “let’s roll.” She ain’t got no fan, just attitude. I’m diggin’ it. Streets hummin’—cars honkin’, dudes yellin’. I’m like, this is chaos, but it’s *my* chaos. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like she’s runnin’ the whole damn city—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.”

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How can I forgive my hubby for hiring an escort he brought into our home while I was away? He went out, got drunk, did a bunch of drugs then.

So, we hop in his beat-up car, and we’re cruisin’ down the coast. The wind’s in my hair, and I’m feelin’ free. We hit the beach, and it’s packed. Families, kids, the whole deal. I’m just tryin’ to relax, but then I see this kid buildin’ a sandcastle. And I’m like, “That’s a solid castle, kid!” But then, a wave comes and wipes it out. I’m feelin’ for the kid, man. I mean, I’ve had my fair share of bad days, but that? Oof.

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