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Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

What type of women hang out at the casinos on the Mississippi coast?

No, I would not recommed this hotel at all and I am a very easy going and relaxed person so not much bothers me.

The local river? Well, not a river but a bay that sort of flows into history—Biloxi Bay. You got these boats, fishermen sharin’ stories about the Gulf’s ancient secrets, and sometimes the water’s so still, it mirrors my inner chaos perfectly.

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