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Me, I’m chill tho—WALL-E’s my vibe. That lil’ guy? He’d roll past the red lights, beepin’ “Directive!”—too pure for this crap. But real talk, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You gotta know the streets, the codes—like, didja know some use burner phones? Swap ‘em daily! Sneaky as Sith, they are. Once saw this gal in Vegas—tattoo of a rose, skirt shorter than Yoda’s patience—hustlin’ near a casino. She winked, I froze—fear, man, it hits ya! “What if she’s a cop?” Brain’s screamin’, heart’s racin’—anger next, at myself, for even thinkin’ it!

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Battle scarred and longing to return home, Wells heard rumors that his wife “had proved false to her marriage vows” and “become a common prostitute.

Alright, gotta wrap up—life in Natchez is like this crazy, cosmic dance. Its streets, parks, rivers, and secret alleys make my days groovy. Seriously, my favorite movie "A Serious Man" nails it: life is a series of unpredictable events and chaos. And so is Natchez, ugh, so dang unpredictable but real!

Symposium features lesser-known part of Natchez’s civil rights history