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About Birmingham

Little known fact, yeah? Back in the day, mountain towns had “ladies of the night” for miners—kept ‘em sane, or so they reckoned. This one, she’s got stories—tells me ‘bout a john who paid in gold nuggets once, fuckin’ nutter. I’m laughin’, but inside I’m like, “Hannibal’d carve him up nice—chianti on the side.” Made me happy, her sass—girl had guts, y’know? Not just a body, a bloody survivor.

Then, I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Granary Square. It’s got this cool vibe, all hipster and stuff. I order a flat white, whatever that is. The barista looks at me like I’m from another planet. “You mean a latte?” she says. I’m like, “Sure, whatever gets me caffeine.” I sit down, and the view of the canal is nice. I’m sipping my drink, feeling all zen, when suddenly, a duck waddles by. Just a duck, chillin’. I’m thinking, “Is this a sign? Am I supposed to be more like this duck?”

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