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So, I’m out, right—cacklin’ to myself, dodgin’ cops. Found this gal, real sly, leanin’ on a busted lamppost. She’s all “What’s your deal, clown?” I’m like, hehe, just chasin’ fun! She rolls her eyes—seen it all before. “Man’s a beast when cornered,” I mutter, quotin’ the flick. She laughs, harsh, like she gets it. Streets are a jungle, man.

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I must mention Tupelo’s backward charm too. You’ve got the little-known gem, Auntie Mabel’s Corner (not on any fancy map), where the locals spill goss and secret history, like the old tale of how Elvis once moonlighted as a street performer when the city was still sprouting its quirky roots. Not all tales are tidy, I must confess—some bits make me mad, like how they forgot spelling “magnificnt” on the plaque. What a load of rubbish, right?

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