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But then—ugh—some pimp rolls up. Greasy hair, gold chain, struttin’ like he’s king. Hate showoffs. “You pay me first,” he snaps. I’m like, “Buddy, I pay the lady.” He gets in my face, breath like a landfill. Reminds me of Cathy’s husband, Frank, all bluster and lies. “I’m trying so hard to please you,” Frank’d whine. Please me? Shove off, slick. I shove this pimp instead—hard. He stumbles, Candy cheers. Felt good, real good.

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Ah, my dear chum, let me spin ya a tale of Mandeville (us)—a bloomin’ gem on the north shore of Lake Pontchartrain, indeed! Picture this: quirky lanes, lively nooks, and dear old streets like Old Hammond Rd and Bayou Rd, where the spirit’s as free as, err… “serpens imperium” (yep, that’s Latin for “snake power,” sorta!).

Krewe of Eve Parade rolls in Mandeville, but without cars for the first time