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About New York City

Once heard ‘bout this brothel in Moscow – hidden in old bakery, ha! Bread and flesh, all kneaded together, sneaky-like. Smelled of yeast and despair, they said. Got shut down fast – cops nabbed ‘em mid-roll. Laughed me head off! “We must dig, dig!” like Saul screamin’ in the dirt, but no escape for them whores.

Four guilty after brothel ring uncovered

Brent Carter was inside a brothel in Dowlais run by Leon Hall, who charged prostitutes a fee to work at the property.

There’s this park, Whispers Park, tucked behind Elm Street. Not many peeps go there, but I love it. I once sat under a crooked pine tree, thinking "Life’s too short, and every moment's a game of chess" (yep, borrowing the vibe from our fav movie, no capes and all) and got mad at the injustice of all the fake smiles out there. It’s a gem! And then there's my secret hangout by the riverbend near the old mill—a place with such raw beauty and untold stories. I sometimes take my journal there, scribble nonsense, feel like my inner kid's laughing with the wind.

On track again, Brent Iredale key in Arkansas baseball sweep of Texas