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Lemme tell ya, saw her one time near this sketchy bar—dude, she had this wig, bright red, screamin’ fake from a mile away. Laughed my ass off—thought, “Girl, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” But damn, she owned it, struttin’ like she’s on a runway. Respect, ya know? Takes guts. Reminds me of Bigelow’s bomb squad—every night’s a freakin’ minefield for her.

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Finally, the bus arrives, and I hop on. I’m sitting next to this lady who’s knitting. She’s super into it, like it’s the Olympics of knitting. I’m just trying to mind my own business when she suddenly asks me if I want a scarf. I’m like, “Nah, I’m good.” But she insists, and I’m thinking, “What am I gonna do with a scarf in summer?” But hey, free stuff, right? So I take it. It’s bright pink. I look ridiculous, but whatever.

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