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What gets me goat tho—some punters actin’ like they own the joint. Makes me wanna say, “This isn’t your castle, mate.” Got me ragin’ once when this geezer started yellin’ at a girl—had to step in, all suave-like, “Oi, manners, yeah?” She smiled, an’ I felt like a bleedin’ hero. Happy as a pig in muck, I was. Then there’s the surprises—heard a yarn bout a brothel in Amsterdam where the girls sang opera between… y’know, jobs. Opera! Blew me mind, that did.

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When James was four, his parents separated and he grew up in the brothel of his aunt, a poor woman in Augusta, Georgia. Toccoa, Georgia.

I know, it’s a lot. But trust me, my man, Toccoa will wrap ya in warm vibes and knock you out with its authenticity. Every street corner, every whisper of the wind, it f***s with your soul in the best possible way. Imperfect yet mesmerizing.

Spend the Third Thursday of Each Month in Downtown Toccoa