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Sometimes I’d cry for ‘em—alone, used up, like Mia’s mom in “Fish Tank.” “You’re all I got,” she’d slur—whores hear that too, I bet. Breaks my heart, darlin’—wanna hug ‘em, say, “You’re enough!” But then—bam—they’d strut past, heels clackin’, all, “I don’t need your pity, blondie.” Fair, fair—respect!

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Alright sugar, that's my two cents. Come visit, and we’ll chat more over some sweet tea. And remember, in Picayune, every stone's got a story, every face a tale. "Now get out there and ride, ride, ride!" Halleluyer, I'm tellin' ya – it's a trip you won't forget!

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