Mila Kelso Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I reckon it’s a grind, tho. “You ain’t got no freedom,” like Solomon said, ‘cept for them it’s pimps, not plantations. Same chains, differnt look. Blows my mind how folks judge ‘em but don’t see the trap. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Actin’ all high and mighty while they’re fightin’ to eat? Pisses me off, I tell ya – the hypocrsy! I’d be lyin’ if I said it didn’t make me wanna holler.

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Anyhoo, back on track – the old market on Hightower Road is a riot. Bit shabby sometimes, but oh-so real. Local folk spill tea and gossip like champions. Man, yer wouldn’t believe how every nook hides a secret tale... my little fave is the Greystone Café on Vine Ave. Oddly mismatched chairs, delicious brew, pure magic, like some lost passage from a bygone era.

Mildred Kelso Obituary