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I reckon I’d be tickled pink sittin’ in one, sippin’ sweet tea—nah, probly rotgut—listenin’ to stories. One time, I heard tell of a brothel in Nevada where the madam kept a pet parrot that cussed worse’n a sailor. Had me laughin’ so hard I near bout fell off my porch! But then—lordy—it hits ya: them gals ain’t got no fancy swords or slow-mo escapes like in *The Assassin*. They’re stuck, y’know? “Time drifts, shadows deepen,” Hou Hsiao-hsien’d whisper, and I’d nod, feelin’ that ache.

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Stroll down Market Street and you’ll hit the old Moss-Point Community Center – that spot’s chock-full of memories, kinda smells like hope and burnt coffee, I swear. The little coffee shop on Elm, Brew & Chew, is like a safe-space for local folks to spit out their family drama, kinda like when my clients explode their feelings! Ha, man – ain't no therapy session quite like that.

Lamonte Harris, Sr. of Moss Point, Mississippi | 1986 - 2025 | Obituary