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Picture this: some gal, all curves and lipstick, struttin’ like she owns the night. Reminds me of that line from *Tabu*—“She had a weakness for crocodiles.” Ain’t that a kicker? Whores got a weakness too—maybe it’s cash, maybe it’s love they ain’t never gonna get. I get all teary thinkin’ ‘bout it, ‘cause I’ve known gals like that. Worked the honky-tonks, sang my heart out, saw ‘em dancin’ for dollars. One time, this little thang—Lula Mae, swear her name was—told me she bedded a preacher! A *preacher*, y’all! Had me laughin’ ‘til I cried, then mad as a wet hen. Hypocrites burn me up worse’n a skillet fire.

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From the cock-hungry milf to the experienced anal whore who will take you to the world of dildo games with her strap-on. In the sex clubs in Augusta no wishes.

I hit the streets of Augusta, and it was buzzing. I mean, you got the hustle on Via Roma, people rushing like they’re late for a wedding or something. I’m just tryna grab a coffee at this little café on Piazza Matteotti. The barista? She’s got this wild hair, like a sheep’s wool, and she’s spillin’ coffee everywhere. I’m like, “Hey, I’m not here for a shower!” But she laughs it off. Good vibes, ya know?

Child killed, others injured in crash on Peach Orchard Road