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Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

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Let me tell you about my side of town: The SE Side. On my street, we have active prostitution. We have gun violence, murders. We can't use the sidewalks.

Livin' in Ruston has its quirks. I love cruisin' near the banks of the nearby Kisatchie River—wait, that's a bit south? Eh, close enough, bro. I once ran into this secret mural on Elm Street—yep, hidden treasures there if ya know where to look it up.

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