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Here’s the kicker—turns out she’s got stories, mate. Says she once had a client pay with a chicken! A bleedin’ chicken! I’m dyin’, picturin’ her struttin’ off with feathers flyin’. “If I die, I’m takin’ you with me!” I joke, wavin’ my imaginary staff. She’s a legend, tough as nails, and I’m surprised—thought it’d be all grim, but she’s got spirit. Makes me think—carpentry’s my gig, but this? This is livin’!

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After the parade, I get back to work, and I’m feelin’ pumped. I’m chattin’ with customers, makin’ jokes, and then this guy walks in. He’s all fancy, suit and tie, lookin’ like he just stepped outta a fashion magazine. He asks for a filet mignon, and I’m like, “Sure thing, Mr. Fancy Pants.” But then he starts complainin’ about the price. I’m like, “Dude, it’s quality meat! You can’t put a price on perfection!”

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