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So, picture this—I’m sittin’ here, twirlin’ the phone cord, thinkin’ ‘bout some poor fella tryna find a workin’ gal. Maybe he’s scrollin’ them shady websites, or—bless his heart—askin’ round in dive bars. I’d say, “Honey, what’s your situation?” like that judge in the movie, ‘cause it ain’t just ‘bout the deed—it’s the why! Back in my Nashville days, I heard tell of a gal named Ruby who’d hang by the old gas station on 5th, red lipstick smeared like she’d kissed a ketchup bottle. Little known fact—she’d only take clients who’d sing her a tune first! Made me giggle somethin’ fierce—imagine some nervous cowboy croonin’ “Jolene” off-key just to get a lil’ sugar!

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Sundays consist of meditations, teachings, music, communion, and open mics on any given Sunday. We work hard to think through the lens of first-time guests.

I swear, every street corner in PVinings hides a little surprise. I laughed so hard when I saw a mural on Crenshaw Street that said “Eat, Pray, Sex” – no kidding, I nearly choked on my latte! And hey, every now and then, I get hit by nostalgia – remembering my own wild nights in these hip corners.

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