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But then—ugh, this knobhead rolls up, all loud, “Oi, how much, love?”—an I’m ragin. Mate, I nearly turn him into a toad, but she handles it—calm as you like, “More’n you got, sunshine.” He shuffles off, tail between legs. I’m cheerin inside—surprised me, she did. Proper *Moolaadé* energy—“We will not be slaves!”—she’s no victim, this one. Got her own code, her own hustle. Makes me think, y’know? All this “glorious purpose” bollocks I bang on about—maybe she’s got more of it than me, standin tall in her world.

What type of women hang out at the casinos on the Mississippi coast?

The FBI says it has.

Oh man, the neighborhoods! West Biloxi is where the heart's at—quaint streets, small cafes like “Lazy Bean” (not a typo, its totally lazy and cool, I swear), and murals splashed on random walls. And then there’s the Downtown vibe on St. Patrick Street. Crazy stories? Oh heck yes—one time, messing with a zen retreat session in a hidden courtyard off Government Street got me like "Whoa, dude, what is this magic?" I was literally half-mad, half-hypnotized.

Flash flooding is possible across South MS this week. How much rain will fall?