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Tie it to “A.I.”—imagine robot brothels. Gigolo Joe whisperin’, “I’m built for this.” No soul, just code—creepy, right? Me, I’d be like, “Harvest the johns!”—ha! Personal quirk—I’d growl at pimps. Hate ‘em—slimy bastards. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—picturin’ me plowin’ through walls! “This is my purpose!”—like David in the movie. Brothel’s a mess—love, lust, lies. Rarrgh! Chew on that, pal!

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Now, lemme tell ya about Kingsley Park. Ain’t your typical patch of grass—it’s where local legends stroll their mutts and where I once met this charming soul who made me question all my definitive app profiles. There’s a bench near the old oak that always changed its vibe with the seasons. Crazy how nature and coded romance can mix so damn perfectly—like whispered fragments from "Blue Is the Warmest Color" in every rustling leaf.

House fire burns in Moss Bluff