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Here’s a wild story—did y’all know some prostitutes in the old days used to hide cash in they hair? Like, wigs full of dollars! Ain’t that a trip? I was happy to get outta there, though—whole thing made me itch. I kept thinkin’, “The past is a hollow space,” like in the movie. Pookie’s past gon’ haunt him when he broke and scratchin’ tomorrow!

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The neighborhoods are a spit-shine of contrasts. Old quarters like King’s Row have worn bricks and stained windows. New spots, like Crescent Heights, buzz with loud music and modern quirks. I worry it's all just a facade. “We must obey the old gods,” I mutter, like some damn incantation.

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