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So, like, I’m sniffin’ for clues—RUH-ROH!—and I spot this chick, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lampost. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m like, “Zoinks, Scoob, don’t trip over yer paws!” Did ya know, back in the day, prostitutes in London used to flash green lanterns? Sneaky code, man! True story—kept the coppers guessin’. Anyway, she’s all “Hey, big fella,” and I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no deer huntin’ with John Rolfe!” Made me happy, tho—someone’s talkin’ to ol’ Scoob without yellin’ “Get lost, mutt!”

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(It attracted affluent, careful prostitutes, the ones who collected art and antiques, but it didn't reduce the more squalid, dangerous trade.

I’m not gonna lie, there were nights I got mad – wild traffic on Grove St, or when some noisy construction near the Magnolia River woke me up from my deep relaxation mode. But those moments? They add character to the city. Life’s rough sometimes, and just like in that movie when Saul's searchin’ for some damn peace amongst chaos, Magnolia shows you both the beauty and the struggle.

Man rescued after being stranded on hillside in Magnolia