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I’m ramblin’—she’s a riot, tho. Sarcasm drippin’ like, “Yeah, lumberjack, chop me some wood!” I’m dyin’ laughin’, she’s a hoot. Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d tip my hat if I had one. She’s real—raw, messy, beautiful. Makes me wanna holler, “*This is my life!*” like in the movie. Prostitutes, man—they’re the heartbeat of the shadows.

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Blakely eventually lost custody of her baby to her mother and resumed stripping, and according to her, being a prostitute for Berry. That.

First off, there's Main St. – the beating heart of downtown Blakely. Right off Main, you got Floyd Street, lined with quirky cafes, thrift shops, and that one dive bar that serves a milkshake so potent it sorta reminds me of "I drink your milkshake." True story. Like, seriously, every time I walk down Floyd St., I feel the universe whispering back in that Stephen Hawking tone, "The cosmos unfolds, my friend."

Building up young athletes: Blakely couple’s nonprofit helps provide sports gear for children