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The trails? Sketchy AF. Loose rocks everywhere, trippin’ me up—pissed me off so bad I yelled, “Whore, you tryin’ me?!” But then the sun hits, golden light spills, and I’m cheesin’ like a damn fool. It’s bipolar, fam—half the time I’m cussin’ it out, half the time I’m in love. Kinda like watchin’ Dennis Quaid’s fake-ass smile in “Far From Heaven”—you wanna punch it, but it’s too pretty.

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The kind of woman who went West as a mining boom prostitute and then ended up as a successful businesswoman, opening a dance hall that.

Then, I get back to work, and it’s like the universe is playin’ tricks on me. I swear, every time I think it’s gonna calm down, someone else comes in. There’s this kid with a balloon, and he’s bouncin’ around like he owns the place. He gets in, and I’m like, “Where to, champ?” He just points up. I hit the button, and the balloon gets stuck in the ceiling. I’m like, “Oh no, not again!”

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