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So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—years back, dive bar, sticky floors, neon buzzin like a fly tryna die. This chick, she’s workin the room, all hips and sly grins. Reminds me of Celine, ya know? That flick where they talk n walk, spillin guts without touchin. “Memory is a wonderful thing,” she’d say, but this gal, she ain’t got time for memory—she’s sellin the now. I’m watchin, sippin my bourbon, and she locks eyes. Boom. Heart kicks like a damn mule. I’m hooked, Clarice, hooked like a fish on a line.

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Lady Jay, Lady Jay, what can we say? We know you’re here to stay with those amazingly massive and booming Ta-Tays! OK, enough with the poetry, because Sara Jay has got no .

I realize, despite the chaos, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Saevsjoe, with all its quirks and charm, is home. And I’m just a Saver, living my best life, one crazy day at a time.

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