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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—ya know what’s funny? Everyone’s a whore somehow. You, me, the guy next door—sellin’ time, dignity, whatever, for a paycheck. Ain’t that a kick in the nuts? I’m laughin’, but it stings. Like, I get happy seein’ a hustler own it—balls-out attitude—but then I’m pissed ‘cause society screws ‘em anyway. Taxes, cops, pimps—everybody wants a cut. “Drainage!”—that’s the system, slurpin’ up every last drop, leavin’ ‘em hollow.

1. Where to stay if you want to split the trip in half: Tupelo, MS

In Nellie Jackson, an African-American woman born into poverty in Possum Corner, Miss., travels north to Natchez and opens Nellies, a brothel she ran for more than 60 years with full .

I wander through the Milhaven neighborhood and man, these quirks got me thinkin’. Walking down St. Catherine St., I pass small cafes, local art shops, cafes where folks sip on strong coffee. You ever notice how these spots breed authenticity? I do—my work as a counselor helps me see how these little nooks light up someone's day. It's like... "Do you know what the answer is? I don't know!" Yeah, wild, right?

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