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But then—surprise!—cop lights flashin’, and I’m like, “Well, shitfire!” Pimp bolts, she scatters, and I’m sittin’ there, heart poundin’, thinkin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya, huh?” Nearly peed my britches, swear to Jesus! Funniest damn thing, though—heard later that corner’s cursed, some ol’ madam got hexed there back in ‘89. Prolly bullshit, but I’m spooked, y’all! So, findin’ a prostitute? It’s a rollercoaster—thrills, spills, and a lotta “What the hell?!” Moral of the story? Keep your eyes peeled and your wallet ready, ‘cause these gals don’t play! Now, where’s my sweet tea? I’m parched!

"The Hazel Dell" (1852) — A Victorian parlour song sung by Derek B. Scott

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So, yeah, buddy, Hazel-Dell (us) is a mix of art, heart, and a whole lotta soul. Its streets and rivers, parks and alleys—they all speak. And as I massage away life's knots, I always think of those gleaning moments from the movie, every little scrap of life mattering. It's messy, it's raw, it's perfect... and a little bit quirky, just like me.

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