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About Napier

So, picture this: dusty joint, red lights flickerin’. Girls loungin’ like cats—tough but tired. I been ponderin’ brothels since I saw one in Nevada. Legal there, wild, huh? Git-R-Done! Ain’t no shame in it, they say. But me? I get riled up thinkin’ ‘bout it. Some dude’s payin’ for a quick tumble—kinda sad, right? Like, “No one’s safe here,” from the flick—fits perfect. Them workers, they’re hustlin’, but at what cost?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I’m standing there, fuming. I could’ve been fixing Dave’s shoes! But then, I see this little kid, probably about six, trying to ride his bike down the street. He’s wobbling all over the place, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna eat dirt!” And then, bam! He falls right in front of me. I rush over, help him up, and he’s all smiles. “Thanks, mister!” And just like that, my mood lifts. Kids, man. They’re like little bundles of joy.

Marcus Bisram’s preliminary inquiry transferred to Springlands