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Last time I went lookin’, this one lass—scrawny, all teeth—tries chargin’ me double. Double! I’m like, “Sweetie, I’m Cersei fuckin’ Lannister, you don’t fleece me.” She backs off quick, mutterin’ somethin’ bout “hard times.” Pfft, cry me a river. Still tipped her extra—dunno why, felt generous, or maybe just tired. Surprised meself there. Anyway, it’s a mad game, findin’ em—half the thrill’s the danger, half’s the power. You wanna try it? Don’t. Or do. I don’t care. Just don’t come whinin’ to me when ya cock falls off. Ha!

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Now, jeez, guess what? I roam near Old Mill Blvd. That ancient mill? It's kinda creepy sometimes. Got mad vibes from it, y'know? But, every odd spot tells a story. Like Dogville's gritty drama, it does. "Only a few" understand the charm.

Barely dusting off from Hurricane Ida, St. Tammany now braces for rising rivers