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So I’m hyped, right? Text this chick—nerves kickin in. “What’s your name, darlin?” I ask, quotin Jesse. She’s like, “Lola, $200, downtown.” Whoa. Meets me near this sketchy motel—neon buzzin, heart racin. She’s legit, tho—smells like cheap perfume, smirks like she knows shit. “Ain’t no saint here,” she says, laughin. I’m crackin up too—damn, she’s cool. Reminds me of Jesse’s crew, all rough edges.

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Okay, a few fun nugs: You might spot an old mural on Pine St. – said to depict local legends. I once got so hyped there thinking "A Separation" had predicted that moment perfectly; it was like a movie scene come to life. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry – it's all a part of the Morrilton rollercoaster.

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