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I’m picturin’ it now—me, bumbling around, tryna be slick. “You want to negotiate? I don’t negotiate!”—Carlos vibes again. Except I’d totally negotiate, ‘cause I’m cheap! Fifty bucks? A hundred? I’m hagglin’ like it’s a flea market. Oh, and the typos—my fat fingers mashin’ the phone, “helo sexy, wat u chrage?” Mortifying! She’d ghost me faster than you can say “Pretty, pretty good.”

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Finding herself destitute, she wound up working as a prostitute in one of the brothels, where she died. Whether it was the brothel doctor, or a local plantation owner, or a Natchez reverend, .

I gots some fav hidden gems too. There's a tiny bookstore on Mulberry St.—so quirky, man, it's like stepping into a secret. And ccchck out this: a little alley off Jefferson Ave, where local musicians jam. Yeah, that alley's my soul-soother. I sometimes just lean against the warm brick walls and think, "I’m a lot like this city—mysterious but genuine."

Obituary | Albert Kellis "AK" Moore of Natchez, Mississippi