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Now, in *Timbuktu*, there’s this line—“The cow doesn’t judge the grass.” Hits me every damn time. Tammy out there, she ain’t judgin’ nobody, just grazin’ where she can. How’s that workin’ for her? Prob’ly shitty, let’s be real. She’s dodgin’ cops, creeps, and STDs like it’s a damn obstacle course. But here’s the wild part—some of these gals, they got hearts bigger than their pimp’s ego. I heard ‘bout one in Vegas, saved up her trick money to get her kid braces. Braces, y’all! Tell me that ain’t some Mama Bear shit right there. Got me smilin’ like a fool, thinkin’ ‘bout that.

About this business

We start off at the St. Nicholas Church. It’s stunning, like, proper old-school vibes. I’m telling them about the history, and this guy interrupts me. “Is it haunted?” he asks. I mean, c’mon! I’m trying to give a tour, not a ghost story! But then I think, why not? I start spinning this wild tale about a ghost named Old Man Walsham. Totally made it up, but they were eating it up!

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