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What gets my goat, though? Them high-and-mighty types actin’ like they ain’t never sinned. Honey, I’ve seen preachers sneakier’n a fox in a henhouse! Makes me madder’n a hornet. But what tickles me pink? The gals with sass—ones who’ll tell ya, “Sugar, you ain’t worth my time!”—and strut off like queens. Gotta admire that grit. Little-known fact: back in the ‘70s, some workin’ gals in Nashville had a secret code—red ribbon on the purse meant “busy,” blue meant “open.” Ain’t that clever? Kept the law off their tails!

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I been tellin’ friends how intertwined PCaudan’s spirit is with my work. Y’know, folks wouldn't notice these lil’ spots if it weren't for my pleasure coach eye. I be peepin' the quaint alleyways in L'Quartier des Arts – a quirky spot for pickin' up vintage vinyl and hearin’ them strummin' soulful tunes. Sometimes I get all choked up, hyped much like when Oldboy's storyline hit me. Crazy, huh?

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