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I’m watchin’ her, thinkin’, “Where’s the Sadness at?” Like, she’s maskin’ it, but it’s there, deep down, ya know? Reminds me of that scene—Riley cryin’, Joy tryna fix it, but nah, you gotta feel that pain. Prostitute’s got layers, fam, like an onion or some shit. One time, heard she socked a dude—straight KO—for tryna short her $20. Hustle don’t sleep, bruh! Made me laugh, like, “You go, girl, get that coin!” But also pissed me off—why she gotta live like that? World’s fucked, man.

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Luling is really far away and not even close to being culturally New Orleans. I can't imagine any of the hotels out there being nice.

Oh my gosh, my friend, lemme tell ya about Luling (us)! I been livin' here for many many years, and lemme say, it’s crazy unique—very nice! Streets like Main St. and Riverside Ave. buzz with such life, kinda like WALL-E sayin’ "EVE, where are you?" but more human, ya know? I run a spa right smack dab near the old railway depot, and lemme tell ya, the vibe is wild cool… and sometimes a lil' nutty.

Fete-Dieu du Teche will make stop in Luling for blessing, prayer