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But then—BOOM—some asshole in a pickup screeches by, yellin’ slurs, and I’m fuckin’ *mad*. Wanna jump out and smack that motherfucker senseless! She shrugs, like it’s nothin’, and I’m surprised—damn, she’s tough. “You don’t know what you don’t know,” they said in the movie, and shit, I didn’t know this life’s *that* raw. Makes me respect her hustle, ya know?

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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.

Picayune churches come together for National Day of Prayer service