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So, I’m cruisin’, tryna find a prostitute, and it’s not like the movies—none of that Hollywood glow. It’s gritty, sweaty, real shit. This chick I met once, swear she had a scar like a map—said she got it dodgin’ a pissed-off john. Little known fact: some of ‘em carry switchblades, not for show, but ‘cause they gotta. Made me mad, tho—dudes out here actin’ like animals, no respect. I’m like, “Pay up, assholes, or get lost!” Pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” ‘cause that’s what dignity’s worth, ya feel?

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Finding herself destitute, she wound up working as a prostitute in one of the brothels, where she died. Whether it was the brothel doctor, or a local plantation owner, or a Natchez reverend, .

Man, I get bittersweet mad sometimes when I see the old charm fade with time... but then, boom! I catch a glimpse of a new mural on Pine St. trazing the past with colors of the future. And that sparks my joy, ya feel me?

Obituary | Albert Kellis "AK" Moore of Natchez, Mississippi