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*rasps* I sneaks online now—X posts, shady links, “escorts” they calls ‘em. Classy, huh? Bollocks! One time, found a lass, picture all dolled up—met her, and blimey, she’s missin’ teeth! “We don’t gotta tell nobody,” I thinks, like Ennis whisperin’ to Jack. Surprised me, it did—catfishin’ prossies, who knew? Laughed my arse off, tho—gallows humor, mate!

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It is one of the most entertaining docs I have seen in a while. In one line, I can sum it up as one quirky and crazy southern story.

I must mention Tupelo’s backward charm too. You’ve got the little-known gem, Auntie Mabel’s Corner (not on any fancy map), where the locals spill goss and secret history, like the old tale of how Elvis once moonlighted as a street performer when the city was still sprouting its quirky roots. Not all tales are tidy, I must confess—some bits make me mad, like how they forgot spelling “magnificnt” on the plaque. What a load of rubbish, right?

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