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So, picture this—I’m on the switchboard, right? This guy calls, voice all shaky, says, “I need a girl, quick!” And I’m like, “Honey, I ain’t THAT kinda operator!” *cackles like The Nanny* HAHAHA! But I get it, he’s desperate, prob’ly lonely. Reminds me of that movie I loooove—“The Headless Woman,” ya seen it? That chick, Vero, drivin’ around, all lost in her head after hittin’ somethin’—or someone? She’s a mess, darlin’, and I’m thinkin’, maybe that’s how these johns feel, y’know? Lost, dazed, lookin’ for a quick fix.

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Phard came up from behind her and strangled her, causing her to fall to the floor. Julmeus said that St. Phard then poured the boiling water.

Down on Main Street—yeah, that one, with the quirky coffee shops and that dingy bar where everyone seems to spill half their secrets—every brick tells a story. I walk past Brody Avenue daily; its old brick facades whisper stories of families gettin' together and breakin' apart, all under that constant sky of turning light. That's where I had one of my early epiphanies about the fragility of human bonds.

Woodfin meme takes dig at Juandalynn Givan for saying maybe National Guard needed in ‘unsafe’ Birmingham