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Now, I ain’t no expert—lord knows I trip over my own boots half the time—but I heard tell of gals in Nashville back in the ‘70s who’d hide behind the jukebox at Tootsie’s Orchid Lounge. Little known fact, y’all! They’d wink at the truckers, slip ‘em a note, and bam—business was boomin’! Made me giggle, thinkin’ ‘bout it—me, all glammed up, tryna spot one o’ them ladies in the neon glow. I’d prob’ly fall flat on my face, hollerin’, “I’m just a country girl, help me out!”

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I grab my coffee and head to the waterfront. I sit on a bench, sipping my drink, and just people-watch. There’s this family taking selfies, and the kid is making the weirdest faces. I can’t help but laugh. Then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches a fry right outta the kid’s hand! The kid screams, and I’m dying. Like, “Welcome to Volendam, kid!”

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