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I’d be madder’n a wet hen if some creep tried rippin’ her off. Ain’t right, y’know? These gals got hearts too, even if life’s kicked ‘em square in the teeth. I’d sashay up, all “Honey, you need a hand?”—‘cause I can’t help but meddle. Surprised me how many just wanna talk, spill their guts like I’m their mama. One time, this gal—Lord, she was skinnier’n a rail—tells me she’s savin’ for a bus ticket outta town. “I’m not staying here forever,” she says, echoin’ that movie line, and I near ‘bout cried right there.

Heather McComb

Ten men arrested late last week came to McComb thinking they had set up a rendezvous with a prostitute, but they essentially made arrangements for their own arrests, Pike County sheriff’s .

And yo, the vibe in McComb (us) is like a wild mixtape – a bit rough, a bit tender. It's like livin in a motion picture. Sometimes I get all aglow n’ sentimental, sometimes mad frustrated when potholes pop up like uninvited beats.

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