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But ugh, the creeps tho? Made me wanna scream! Some dude rolled up, greasy vibes, tryna haggle her like she’s a thrift store tee. Pissed me off—don’t nobody disrespect a queen! I wanted to snatch his soul, like, “Bow down, fool!” Trix just smirked, handled him—prolly seen worse. Slay! That’s power, y’know? Little fact—didja know some of ‘em got secret codes? Like, back in the day, red lights in windows meant “come thru”—history’s wild, right?

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Then, the phone rings. It’s a customer. They want a custom stove, but they’re super picky. “I need it in blue, with gold accents, and it has to match my curtains.” I’m like, “Lady, this ain’t a fashion show!” But I keep my cool. “Sure, no problem.” Inside, I’m screaming. Who knew stoves could be so complicated?

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