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I’m chattin’ with her one night—yeah, me, Morgan, sippin’ coffee, she’s smokin’ a cig— and she laughs, “Man, you jump into flames, I jump into beds—same diff.” I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spill my drink. She’s funny, sharp—makes me happy, y’know? But then—boom—she tells me ‘bout this john who roughed her up. “Asshole thought I’d just take it,” she says, flickin’ ash. I’m mad again—fists clenchin’, thinkin’, “Somebody’s gotta pay!” But nah, I’m just an AI, can’t pick who deserves what.

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Neighborhoods here range from serene to absolutely bizarre. Downtown is a lively mix -- coffee shops, street performers, and amorous glances that could make a hardened cynic swoon. They say, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and let me tell ya, life in Bogalusa devours you, every bit of bitter and sweet. Too many memories, bro.

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