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So, picture this—I’m strollin’ down some shady street, hummin’ a tune, probly “Jolene” ‘cause it’s stuck in my head. I’m thinkin’, “Dolly, you ain’t cut out for this!” But I’m curious, y’all. Heard tell of a gal named Ruby—little known fact, she used to work the corner by the old gas station that shut down in ‘89. Folks say she’d sing hymns while waitin’—talk ‘bout multitaskin’! Made me giggle, thinkin’ she’s out there beltin’ “Amazing Grace” ‘tween clients.

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I ducked into a café on Avenue de la Liberté. The barista was this super chill guy. He made me a hot chocolate that was like a hug in a mug. Seriously, I could’ve cried. I sat there, watching the rain, feeling all philosophical. Like, why do we even stress? Life’s too short, man.

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