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Last week, I was prowlin’ the streets—needed a laugh, y’know? Saw this one bird, all dolled up, winking at me. Thought, “What’s her deal?” Turns out, she’s got a memory like Lenny—keeps a little book, scribbles down every punter. “Remember, remember,” she mutters, like she’s in my fave movie. Made me cackle—imagine forgetting who you’ve shagged! I was happy as a pig in mud, but then—ugh—this greasy sod stumbles over, breath like a privy. “How much, love?” he slurs. Made me wanna gag. I choose violence, mate—nearly shoved him into the gutter myself.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

JJ did sell Prostitute but I think he sold it to one of the other Memphis guys. Remember this page is run by more than just JJ and Precious.

I stay busy couns'ling in the shadow of the old library on Elm that’s more than just bricks – it’s a sanctuary of stories, memories, and dreams. Boyette’s a place where you can feel both the raw ache of everyday life and that sereno (sereno, totally) calm that follows a storm. We all share our secrets in this amasing (amasing again!) mix of desire and despair. It’s a bit unbelivable (unbelivable sometimes) how much this town gives back if ya let it.

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