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Here’s a lil story—knew this gal once, called her Sugar, worked downtown. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Phil, I’m the queen of this dump!” Had this gap-tooth grin, smoked like a chimney—12 cigs a day, swear it. Made me happy, seein’ her sass, but damn, it broke my heart too. She’d quote movies, but twist ‘em—“I’m the king of the world!”—yellin’ it from a busted balcony. Total nutcase, loved her for it. Whore ain’t just a job, y’all—it’s a freakin’ saga.

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I gotta mention the rivers – yes, the Amory River, not a tiny creek. Its banks overflow sometimes after a storm, and that can piss ya off, but it also cleanses the soul. I sat there one rainy afternoon, sippin’ cheap beer at a little bar on River’s Bend. I was thinkin’ “I wish I knew how to quit you…” and damn if the sight didn’t make me smile and sob at the same time.

Amory High School band hosts senior signing day