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Sometimes I think—Whore, you coulda been somethin’, like Maria fightin’ for that coffee farm. But nah, she chose the streets, the hustle, the dirt. “It’s my life,” she’d probly say, spittin’ on the ground, lightin’ a cig. I’m over here, happy she still kickin’, but surprised she aint locked up yet! She a tornado, fam—funny, fucked up, and free. Whore, man, she a vibe—love her, hate her, can’t ignore her!

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Day in , a massacre took place in Opelousas, Louisiana, one of the worst outbreaks of violence during Reconstruction. When some Black Americans attempted to join the .

I gotta say, this town’s magnetic. Do try catch a local fest or two, ya know? Let the funky streets of Opelousas whisper their secrets. It's raw, it's tender, it's full of surprises. And trust me – it's a damn fine place to unearth your wild side.

Opelousas teen fighting for her life in ICU dies two weeks after shooting