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Ran into this gal—name’s Candy, swear to god. She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like it’s 1940s noir. I’m like, “Hey, you good?” She laughs—dry, sarcastic—says, “Good as a dollar gets ya.” Reminds me of that movie line, “What do you do?”—all mysterious. Little known fact, bud—back in the 1800s, they called ‘em “soiled doves.” Poetic, right? Screw that, it’s sad! These girls got stories—Candy’s got a kid, works nights. Breaks my damn heart.

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Oh, and don't miss the Woodfin History Museum near the town square. It's pretty rad, and I learned a few things about the local families' struggles from years past. Now, I won’t lie—probs my inner cinephile goes off into these poetic rants about our human condition, reminiscent of those long, dictating lines in that Anatolia movie. Like, "The earth holds our secrets," or somethin' along those lines... (sorry, I'm ramblin').

‘Son of Birmingham’ by Mayor Randall Woodfin