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Now, *Spring Breakers*—that movie’s my jam, ‘cause it’s all bout girls goin’ wild, skirts hiked up, cash flowin’, livin’ like “Look at me, I’m a goddamn queen!” Whores in that flick? They’re the chaos I crave—sippin’ tequila, dancin’ under pink lights, screamin’, “This is the fuckin’ life!”—and I’m over here, noddin’ like, “Hell yeah, get it!” But real talk? Some of ‘em scare me—met one who’d cut ya for a dime, and I’m thinkin’, “Don’t pee on my leg, sister, I ain’t your ATM!” Surprised me how cold she was—ice in her veins, no cap.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Thou shalt find the venerable Main Street, where shops and taverns collide in a merry melee. 'Tis a place where I’ve glimpsed secret rendezvous—quiet kisses beneath the whispering oaks near Riverfront Park. Holy heavens, the very ground doth hum with clandestine delight, as if each step were a verse of “Yi Yi,” wherein life meanders, uncertain, “one and a two,” yea, a duet of joy and sorrow intermingled. “What is life but a series of fortuitous encounters?” I oft murmur, echoing the film’s bittersweet refrain.

North Augusta High School celebrates ‘Senior Decision Day’