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What gets me hot under the collar? These pimps, chile! Greasy fools takin’ they money, leavin’ ‘em broke. I wanna whack ‘em with my purse and yell, “Halleluyer, get a job!” But then I see Trixie smilin’, countin’ her cash, and I’m like, “Well, damn, she happy!” Surprised me, y’all—she tougher than my old leather boots. I’m sittin’ here sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’, “Maybe she’s the real boss.” Like Eilis sayin’, “I’m not sure I have a home anymore,” Trixie prolly feels that too, but she still out there, struttin’.

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But then, bam! Outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my scone! Like, what the actual heck? I’m standing there, mouth agape, watching my breakfast fly away. I’m pretty sure that bird was plotting against me. I mean, who does that?

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