Pam rolled into Calorina with a pink truck, a juicer the size of a motorcycle, and a grudge against potassium. “Bananas are basic ,” Pam declared on her first day, live-streaming to her 3.8 million followers. “Pomegranates are complex. Antioxidants. Mystery. Jewel tones .”
And across town, Pom-Pom Pam, picking pomegranate seeds out of her hair, muttered one word: “ Potassium .”
“To Bananahotties,” the others said, clinking their banana-leaf cups. bananahotties
They weren't a gang. They weren't a sorority. They were something far more terrifying—a group of five fiercely attractive, impossibly fit, and aggressively sunny women who ran the city’s most beloved (and only) gourmet banana stand: .
But Pam demanded the tie-breaker:
First, the Pomegranate Pinups parked directly across from Nana’s. Then, they started a smear campaign: “Bananas cause bloating. Bananas are monotonous .” Pam even hired a skywriter to spell “BANANAHOTTIES? MORE LIKE BANANA-NOT-TIES” over the beach.
The Bananahotties won.
But every empire has its rivals.
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