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Take this one tart I met—Lysa, she called herself, prolly fake, who cares? Worked the docks, smelled like salt and desperation. Had a laugh like a hyena, made me grin despite the stench. “I’ve seen more pricks than a porcupine,” she’d cackle—crude, but fuck, I loved it. Reminds me of *Yi Yi*’s NJ sayin’, “Life’s a mess, but beautiful.” Lysa’s life? Messy as hell—beautiful? Eh, maybe if you squint.

Now, I gotta mention: there are some hidden gems. I love the alley off Main Street. It smells of history and mystery. Sometimes it makes me mad, you know? Mad that so few pay attention to it. But me? I see the beauty where others don't. And yes, sometimes I get a bit too excited, get all emotional as I walk back to my pad after a great massage session, thinking "This city is the best, just the best."

D’Iberville city leaders ask public for thoughts on creating bike, pedestrian-friendly infrastructure