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So, I met this chick once—Roxy, she called herself. Worked the corner near my buildin’. Red heels, fishnets, the whole deal. I’d see her, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost—like some noir film, ya know? I’d nod, she’d wink. One night, she hops in my elevator—bam! Smells like cheap perfume and trouble. “Goin’ up?” I ask. She laughs, says, “Ain’t I always?” Got me good, that one—sharp as a tack.

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Had some buddies go the weekend the blue angels were there. One scored with a married chic from Jackson and the other could have scored with her friend but got hammered/sick. Both .

You gotta come see it. Trust me—Biloxi’s chill, it’s wild, and it hits ya like a punch in the gut, then a warm hug. Peace and salty vibes, my friend!

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