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So, I was drivin’—madder than a wet hen—down by Peachtree Street, right? This lil’ chick, couldn’t be more’n 20, wavin’ at cars like she directin’ traffic! I hollered, “Baby, you gleanin’ for dollars out here?” She laughed—surprised me, she got sass! Told me her name’s Trixie—ain’t that a hoot? Trixie! Like some cartoon rabbit tryna get paid! Halleluyer, I cackled so hard I near bout peed myself!

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Adorned in steel combat boots, fishnet thigh high socks, black underwear with chains, and a thin black wrap material shielding her breasts, she.

Some days I get real emotional—happy, mad, all kinds in a blink. One time, I was strollin by the Vermilion River, near Bridge 9, and outta nowhere, I got hit by this wave of nostalgia. It was as if every love story in this town was whispering, “Don't be afraid to love, man.” That felt like that cool Godard quote, ya know? Like, “Everything’s in flux, man!” Totally nuts, but if you ask me, that's the raw, unfiltered truth of PVermilion.

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