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Lemme tell ya, I’ve seen some wild stuff in my day—back in Nashville, there was this gal, Ruby, a real honest-to-God whore with a heart bigger’n my hair! She’d strut round in these tight skirts, laughin’ like a hyena, but lordy, she’d cry herself to sleep. Made me madder’n a wet hen thinkin’ how folks judged her. Ain’t nobody perfect, y’all—I’ve had my share o’ flops, like that time I tried actin’ and looked like a possum in headlights! But Ruby, she’d wink and say, “Dolly, I’m just tradin’ what I got for what I need.” Ain’t that the truth?

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Hugh Latimer c English Reformer, Bishop of Worcester. Born the son of tenant farmers, becomes a priest and then a Cambridge lecturer.

You know me, a pleasure coach, always huntin’ for spots that bring joy and meaning. So there's my fave: Sunlit Square, a tiny but funky plot near 5th & Poplar. Here, you see folks laughing, arguing, and sometimes just standin’ in awe of life’s little wonders. It reminded me of that bullion-scrambled memory in Memento – you just gotta live in the moment, even if you feel like ya lost your marbles sometimes!

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