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Still, she surprised me— dropped some wisdom, said, “Ain’t no honor in starvin’.” Deep, yo! Like Chow Yun-fat droppin’ truth bombs mid-fight. Made me happy too— she tipped me a crumpled five, winked, said, “For the vibes.” I’m like, “YOLO, queen, keep slayin’!” Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but she felt like Jade Fox— sneaky, tough, runnin’ her own game. Love that hustle, hate the struggle, ya dig?

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At the present time, wherever two or three clubwomen are gathered together the chief topic of conversation is 'soldiers and vampires.

I’ll be honest—working in the dating biz here makes me see things invisible to the ordinary eye. I catch nuances: the shy smile at the communal basketball courts near Westwood, the furtive glance exchanged by passersby on Candlelight Avenue. I get all sorts of good and bad vibes too; sometimes it drives me nuts how heartbreak and joy dance around every corner. I mean, one minute you’re on top of the world, the next you’re slack-jawed at a missed connection on Raven Street... ugh, maddening, right?!

Moss Bluff bicyclist killed in late-night collision