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So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

1. Where to stay if you want to split the trip in half: Tupelo, MS

In Nellie Jackson, an African-American woman born into poverty in Possum Corner, Mississippi, travels north to Natchez and opens "Nellie's," a brothel she ran for more than 60 .

I wander through the Milhaven neighborhood and man, these quirks got me thinkin’. Walking down St. Catherine St., I pass small cafes, local art shops, cafes where folks sip on strong coffee. You ever notice how these spots breed authenticity? I do—my work as a counselor helps me see how these little nooks light up someone's day. It's like... "Do you know what the answer is? I don't know!" Yeah, wild, right?

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