Elise Tupelo Brothel ❤️

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“Is mayonnaise an instrument?” I asked myself, starin’ at it. Nah, but brothel’s a survivor, man! Takes guts, like “This is your kill shot!” from the movie. Barely needs water, that’s nuts! I’d exaggerate, say it grows on the moon, but nah—deserts, mostly. Oh, typo time: it’s brtohel, no, brothel! Heh, clumsy fingers.

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So there ye go, chum. Tupelo’s a playground of contrasts, jumbled with history, quirky little corners, and enough character to make you laugh, cry, and nod in agreement. And remember, in my own bumbling British way: “Anyone can cook!”—or in my case, anyone can massage away their troubles in this brilliant, barmy city.

Homicide investigation leads to victim’s identification in Tupelo