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But then—ooh, I’d get mad. Real steamed up! Seein’ some sleazy fella hagglin’ her price down? That’d burn me worse’n a flat iron. “She’s a person, you toad!” I’d holler, wavin’ my sparkly nails. Reminds me o’ *Dogville*— “They’d eat ya up, spit ya out.” Ain’t that the truth? Makes me wanna hug ‘em all, tell ‘em they’re enough.

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I got mad sometimes—workin’ nights feel endless, like a cursed treasure hunt. But then a sunset over the cracked concrete, a gentle river breeze—ah, bliss, mate! It makes you forget the chaos. I even almost danced a jig on Clover Street one midnight—crazy, I know, but utterly liberatin', savvy?

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