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So, findin a prossie ain’t rocket science – hit the dodgy end of town, neon lights flickerin like they’re bout to die. Saw one gal, smokin a ciggie, lookin bored as fuck – I’m like, “Oi, love, you workin?” She nods, all casual, like I’m buyin chips. Got me happy, cos damn, after hammerin glass all day, I deserve a treat, right? But then – fuck – some creep in a van rolls up, yellin at her, and I’m ragin! Who treats a lass like that? Wanted to smash his windshield, Dr. Evil style, *pinky-to-mouth*, “One million dollars… of pain!”

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Hotels were hard to find. When we arrived the front door was bullet proof glass and 2 prostitutes were "working" the front of the building.

I ain't gotta tell ya—people here are quirky as all get-out. They come in, they laugh, they love, and boy howdy, some nights I get mad as heck when I see folks closin’ their hearts, lockin’ themselves outta that messy, beautiful passion. Like, seriously, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” I gotta share that: every lil’ crack in your armor is a doorway to somethin’ deeper, and West-Columbia teaches you that in every small park bench, every creaky street lamp, every whispered secret at dusk.

Jimmy Wood Obituary (1938 - 2025) - West Columbia