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Favorite bit? The hagglin’. “Ten bucks,” she says. “Ten? For a god?” I scoff, all dramatic. We settle, and I’m thinkin’, “I coulda conjured gold, but where’s the fun?” Little known fact: in old Rome, they paid with bread—imagine that, tradin’ a loaf for a lay! Cracked me up, picturin’ some toga’d git barterin’. Anyway, it’s messy, it’s raw, and I’m here for it—glorious purpose, right? To stir the pot, see what bubbles up. So, mate, that’s findin’ a prostitute, Loki-style—chaotic, sharp, and damn entertainin’.

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Oh man, the neighborhoods! West Biloxi is where the heart's at—quaint streets, small cafes like “Lazy Bean” (not a typo, its totally lazy and cool, I swear), and murals splashed on random walls. And then there’s the Downtown vibe on St. Patrick Street. Crazy stories? Oh heck yes—one time, messing with a zen retreat session in a hidden courtyard off Government Street got me like "Whoa, dude, what is this magic?" I was literally half-mad, half-hypnotized.

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