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Anyway, she’s a legend in my book. Tough as nails, funny too—heard she roasted some john so bad he tipped extra just to bounce. That’s power, fam! I’m hyped just talkin’ ‘bout her, but it’s messy too, ‘cause—damn—society’s fake as fuck. “The wind carries our cries,” like in *Timbuktu*, and her cries? They loud, bruh, but who’s listenin’? YOLO, tho—she ain’t stoppin’. Respect.

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"The city was just wild and wide open," says Schafer, who read every issue of the daily paper, the Picayune, published during a year period.

Now, first off, there's Main Street. Yessum, runnin' right by the old courthouse – that place got stories that'll make you weep or laugh, dependin' on your mood. I always say, "Oh, mercy!" when traffic's heavy on Cedar Street, too. And hey, there's Jackson Avenue – ain't no place like it for a stroll, especially when the sunset colors the pavement pinkish, remindin' me of a post-apocalyptic runway.

Caroline Elizabeth Thames Edens