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Gets me mad tho—people judgin’ her, callin’ her trash. Pisses me off! She’s out here survivin’, paintin’ her own canvas, and they’re just tossin’ mud. I’m all gentle vibes, but that fires me up. Then she laughs, tells me some john tried payin’ with a chicken once— a freakin’ chicken! I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I nearly trip. “That’s a new one,” I say, “a barter gone bad!” She’s got stories, man, better than any Coen flick.

So, I finally get to the pig pen. My little buddies are all there, snorting and doing their thing. I’m feeling good, but then I notice one of ‘em, Pötyi, is missing. Panic mode activated! I’m running around like a headless chicken, calling out, “Pötyi! Where you at, buddy?” I’m sweating bullets, thinking I’m gonna lose my job.