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Ever hear ‘bout Julie? Old tale, 1800s, New Orleans—prostitute who offed a dude tryna stiff her. Stabbed him, kept his gold watch—badass! Bet she rocked a corset like nobody’s biz. Stories like that? Gold. Makes ya wonder—what’s their deal, y’know? Alien eyes see it—humans judge, but they’re just survivin’. “Where do dreams come from?”—movie line, fits perfect. They got dreams too, prolly sparkly ones.

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Virtual Celebration honoring Rev. Jasper W. Williams, Jr.'s 77th Birthday and 70 Years of Preaching. Join us July for seven nights of classic.

Down on Redwood Lane, streets are twisty and mean. Gollum's eyes see every corner, precious. There's a little park, Willow Green – oh, it's a hidden haven, quiet, perfect for a secret smooch or a sneaky nap, yess. And that ol’ chowder spot on Maple Street? Mmmm, best grub in Jasper, it is. Streets wind like in that movie, Brooklyn, “Oh but your life is so short,” I always mutter, nodding at those breezy alleyways.

Jasper Johnson standing out in Iverson Classic practices