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Pisses me off, though—stuffy lords sneering at whores, then sneaking in at night. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! I drink, I know things—they don’t fool me. Happiest moment? This one time, girl sang while undressing—voice like honey, body like sin. Surprised me, too—thought she’d knife me, not serenade me. “Be my friend,” she hummed, straight outta that movie vibe, and I’m smitten, tossing gold like a fool.

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I know these streets might seem rugged, a bit misfit; they’re perfectly imperfect. It’s a dance of salvation and struggle every dang day, right here in good ole Picayune. And with every struggle, I find a piece of heaven – a little hope and sisterhood shining through.

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