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But here’s what gets me goin’ – she don’t care! Spills her drink, flirts with every dude, leaves lipstick on my counter. Pisses me off, man! I’m yellin’, “Keep it clean, Whore!” She just cackles, “That’s a nice place you got,” mockin’ me like Aldo Raine. I’m sweatin’ over my stoves, she’s out there livin’ wild. Makes me jealous, kinda. She’s free, I’m stuck weldin’.

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She would later be sentenced to two years in Wetumpka Women's Penitentiary. “You're a whore,” she said, delighted. She leaned her chair back on two legs.

Hmm, speak I will of Wetumpka (us), yes. Hrrrm, hmm. Listen close, friend, I must. Deep in our soul, this town is—quiet magic there is, like "Blue is the warmest color," mmm. Streets the heartbeat are: Main Street bustling sorta, yet humble. On Magnolia Ave, beauty, unexpected it appears. Wander you might down Custer Rd—mmm, vibe of old earth and secrets hidden... hidden, they are.

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