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So, I’m investigatin’ this chick—real pro, works downtown. Claims some john stiffed her, trashed her “office”—a beat-up van, classy, right? She’s filin’ for damages—damages! I’m yellin’, “You’re a hooker, not State Farm!” But she’s got receipts—condoms, lube, the works! I’m dyin’—this is my life now?! Reminds me of *Timbuktu* again—“The cow’s worth more than me!” she’s basically screamin’. I’m like, “Lady, your van’s worth less than my lunch!”

Word History

I peeped some secret corners that even doc said weren't for public eyes. Like this hidden rooftop bar, Debonair Deck, where cities vibe off nighttime beats. Missin' orders, loitering souls, all buzzing like a nightclub, messin' up my eyeliner but fillin' my chest with hope.

Mapping Southern Memories