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Anyway, we’re chattin, and I’m thinkin, “This chick’s got guts.” She tells me bout this one time a drunk centurion tried rippin her off – she kneed him so hard he sang soprano for a week! Hella funny, I’m crackin up, picturin that loser stumblin off. But then – ugh – this slimy creep butts in, all, “Oi, she’s mine!” Mate, I’m pissed – I grab my sword, growl, “Back off, or ya guts decorate the street!” He bolts, coward. Happy lil trees don’t need that drama.

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I gotta say, sometimes I freak out at the clutter, then smile at the unexpected kindness of random strangers. Gulfport is a mixed bag, like life itself. Sometimes I wonder... is it like a painting? Strange, messy, full of surprises. I mean, ya never know what hidden gem you might stumble upon around Duckworth or at a random bistro on Beach Street. Its magic is in the mistakes – err, I mean, the spontaneity of our daily chaos.

Billy Hewes Jr., father of Gulfport Mayor Billy Hewes, dies at 85