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So I’m watchin’ her, tailin’ her, cause somethin’s off—gut screamin’ at me. She’s got this walk, y’know, hips swayin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. Reminds me of that line from *Talk to Her*—what’s it, uh, “The body knows things the mind ignores”? Yeah, that’s her! Body tellin’ a whole damn novel while her mouth’s spittin’ lies. I’m pissed, right? Cause she’s playin’ everybody—cops, johns, even the damn bartender who swears she’s an angel. Angel! Hah! Angel with a rap sheet longer than my ex-wife’s grudge list.

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Finally, the power comes back. I’m back in business, but I’m exhausted. I close up shop, head home, and just crash. But as I lay there, I think about the day. The ups, the downs, the crazy customers. Mandeville, man. It’s a wild place, but it’s home.

Construction begins on $34M bypass road in Mandeville. What should the road be called?