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Oh, and the madam? Total boss bitch. Runs it tight, no funny biz. Surprised me—she’s got a heart, too. Helped a girl escape some creep ex. Made me tear up, swear. “People are good sometimes,” I whisper to myself. But the smell—perfume and desperation? Yikes, hits ya hard.

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Local lore, oh boy, local lore is wild: people whisper about the old abandoned trailer on Cricket St. being a hotspot for midnight confessions—sounds bonkers eh? And im so often amused how the city, while lighthearted, wears its messy human heart on its sleeve. My work? It lets me see the raw passion and juiciness in every street corner; feels like every little park bench is a stage for life’s drama.

Pecan Grove residents share concerns about taste and smell of water