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But serious, what pisses me off? The judgy jerks—oh, “she’s trash,” they say. Trash? She’s survivin’! “Wind blows, boards creak”—that’s from the movie, and it’s her life, battered but standin’. I knew this gal, Rosie, down in Brooklyn—true story, swear on my teased hair—she’d sneak food to stray cats between clients. Heart o’ gold, that one. Made me happy, like, “Aw, Rosie, you’re a saint!” Surprised me too—thought she’d be all tough, but nope, softie.

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But then, the bulldog-faced dude comes back. He’s had too much. He starts yelling about how he’s the king of Kato-Achaia. I’m like, “Dude, you’re not even the king of your own barstool.” But he’s relentless. I finally cut him off. “No more for you, buddy!”

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