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Greed, baby, it’s the fuel here! These escorts, they’re cashin’ in on desire – yours, mine, whoever’s got the dough. I love it! The hustle’s pure, unfiltered. Makes me happy as a pig in shit seein’ folks own their game. Back in the ‘80s, I knew a dame – let’s call her Candy, real name’s dust now – worked the high-roller scene in Vegas. She’d charm oil tycoons, slip ‘em a wink, and walk off with stacks. Once told me she banked 10 grand in a weekend – 10 fuckin’ grand, 1985 money! Blew my mind. Greed is good, and she was livin’ proof.

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Gallatin Street was once filled with barrooms, dance houses, and brothels — most institutions serving as all three. There was rarely a fee to enter.

Ya know what? The Pearl River winds right past the town. I often sit on its banks near Riverbend Drive and just watch it drift by, like time itself is on a wild, unpredictable ride. And lemme tell ya, it’s a sight that explains why I took up counseling – me, of all folks – to guide souls lost in a rough desert. I even had a session there, by the river, feelin' one with nature.

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