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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t glamorous, tho. Stinks—literaly—sweat, cheap perfume. Reminds me of Saul’s hell—grime everywhere. “The ash falls like snow!” Movie stuck in my head, man. But yeah—watch your wallet, fools! They’re quick—blink, money’s gone. I pity the fool who don’t haggle! Mr. T’s too smart for that, tho—always talk ‘em down.

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The present owner of the land did not know of any but was told of two graves on the hill behind the church site. These were of Mr. and Mrs. John Hooker. Their.

I mean, seriously, Mayfield is not your average cookie-cutter town. It’s unpredictable, raw, and poetic. Each corner holds narratives that make me lose track of time – like that random midnight chat on Magnolia Avenue, where secrets spilled like cheap wine in a seedy bar, and I only could repeat “I love rumors!” with a smirk. It still chills and thrills me.

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