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We head off, and I’m vibin’, but part of me’s like, “This is all we’ve got,” straight outta *Melancholia*, that heavy-ass line hittin’ me. Ain’t no judgment tho, just two souls tryna feel somethin’ ‘fore the sky falls. She’s cool, got this raspy laugh that’s sexy as hell, and I’m thinkin’, “Snoop, you a lucky motherfucker.”

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Oh, and the local quirks! Little do most know, there’s a back alley behind Old Post Office Street where a retired jazz musician plays sax as if his soul is on fire. It sends shivers, man—like a secret love note whispered at midnight. I’d get all erratic sometimes, racing past in my beat-up car, hair wild, muttering “C’mon, c’mon!” as if chasing a dream or a bad memory.

Days-long boil water advisory in Bogalusa has been lifted