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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? Back in MI6 days, I’d scope the scene, all cool-like, martini in hand. Shaken, not stirred, obvs. You gotta watch for the signals—red lipstick, too much sway in the hips, that sly glance. Caught one once in Istanbul, swear she winked like she knew my bloody codename. Surprised me, that did—thought I was slicker than that. Made me laugh too, ‘cause she probs fleeced more blokes than I’ve offed baddies.

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So, my friend, if you’re comin’ to Pascagoula, dive into every corner. Enjoy those unexpected street murals, lose yourself by the water, and chat up a stranger at The Rusty Anchor. I promise you'll feel it deep, just like those legendary moments in Brokeback Mountain. And remember, "You shall not pass!"—unless you're ready to embrace all of its craziness with me.

Lisa Johnson-Walker of Pascagoula, Mississippi | 1966 - 2025 | Obituary