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I’m picturing this scene, right? Some guy, desperate, scrolling online, dark web vibes, but it’s all a gamble. “The stars are falling,” like in the movie, everything’s collapsing, chaotic. Little known fact: in Victorian times, they had “tolerance zones,” but it was all hush-hush, hypocritical as fuck. Same shit now, just digital. Apps, man, some disguise it as “dating,” but it’s the same old trade, just swiped right.

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It is one of the most entertaining docs I have seen in a while. In one line, I can sum it up as one quirky and crazy southern story.

I must mention Tupelo’s backward charm too. You’ve got the little-known gem, Auntie Mabel’s Corner (not on any fancy map), where the locals spill goss and secret history, like the old tale of how Elvis once moonlighted as a street performer when the city was still sprouting its quirky roots. Not all tales are tidy, I must confess—some bits make me mad, like how they forgot spelling “magnificnt” on the plaque. What a load of rubbish, right?

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