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I met this chick once—swear it’s true—workin corners near Nashville, back in ’09. Told me she’d hustle all night, then sleep in some dude’s truck. Crazy, right? Made me mad tho—guys usin her up, tossin her out like trash. Pissed me off! But she laughed, said, “I’m the architect here, babe.” Straight up *Inception* vibes—buildin her own world, layer by layer. I was shook, like, whoa, she’s deep.

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Unlike the mythical Appleseed with a pot on his head, Rokich is very real, but spending time tramping the mountains with this extraordinary man almost seems mythical. He spends his life .

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