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Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

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A new British television series, Jamestown, set off a minor public debate about just how rebellious women could be in the past.

I might ramble a bit. Oops, typos here and there, but c'mon, life's messy and jam-packed with surprises. Seriously, Jamestown is no cookie-cutter city. There’s raw passion on every corner. Like in that movie, sometimes things get tension-filled, unpredictable. It all makes me happy to see people owning their desires.

More than 100 people turn out for Hands Off Jamestown event