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Here’s a fun lil’ fact—didja know back in the 1800s, some prostitutes in Paris would flash coded signals with mirrors to dodge the cops? Sneaky, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of Candy outsmartin’ the world with a wink and a hustle. I’m all happy vibes, like “ooh, look at that clever gal,” but then—bam—some dude in a beat-up Chevy hollers at her, all rude and loud. Pisses me off! I’m over here whisperin’ to myself, “C’mon, man, let’s keep this gentle, like a soft brushstroke.” But nah, he’s a jerk, and she just shrugs it off—tough as nails.

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Randy the running man! Everyone knows him. We used to have the Lady in White and Cowboy Man they were famous.

Down on Cypress Avenue, you'll catch streets lit like small homies on a Friday night. Yo, I be strollin’ past that old Beale Club on Martin Street – its neon dreams and faded glory remind me of how life's a wild ride. Walkin’ in these parts, especially near River Bend Park, gets me feelin’ like I’m in one of them deep movie moments, real Leviathan vibes – “There is no rule against being evil,” I swear, like life’s full of twisted poetry here.

Fifty-eight graduate from Bayou Cane Adult Education Center