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Little fact for ya—didja know Victorian hookers used coded flowers? Red rose meant “I’m game!” Sneaky, huh? Love that cunning! Anyway, I’m hagglin’—she’s askin’ too much, I’m like, “C’mon, I ain’t Bruce Wayne!” She laughs, I laugh—manic, loud—hehehe! “What’s your damage?” she says. “Life, babe,” I wink, quotin’ Monty’s mirror rant: “No one’s clean.”

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Police are investigating the death of a horse that was found on a sidewalk in downtown Atlanta.

My day often starts with a ride down Duley Park Dr. and stops at this tiny, hole-in-the-wall café on St. Charles Ave. I think its coffee tastes like a hug. And man, the vibe here? It’s part soulful rhythm and part chaotic energy, like when you catch a late movie screening of "Yi Yi" in a thunderstorm (yep, weird but rad!).

SWAT roll in Metairie