Rebecca Fort Cavazos Prostitute ❤️

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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, a raftsman, floatin’ down life’s muck—hiss!—talkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes, yeh? Nasty, tricksy world they got, rollin’ in filth and gold, ain’t it? Saw one once, dolled up, struttin’—like she owned the bleedin’ river! Reminds me o’ that flick, *Synecdoche, New York*—all them lives twistin’, mixin’, like a big ol’ mess o’ string. “What’s time to a pig?” she’d say, prob’ly, laughin’ at us fools.

Charges preferred against Fort Hood soldier for patronizing a prostitute

FORT HOOD — A female private accused a Fort Hood noncommissioned officer of recruiting her into a "prostitution ring" at an on-post hearing this morning.

Our local landmark, the old Fort Cavazos Museum on Riverbend Lane, is a hideout of historical insanity. Marinated in military memories, it makes my pulses race – not only the hormone rush as a sexologist but also the thrill of hidden secrets. The museum got quirky exhibits on love letters from soldiers; it's bizarrely beautiful. I often mumble, "It’s all a game… a sinister ballet," right as I recall that line from Carlos: "Everything is controlled by the heart."

Fort Cavazos soldier’s attacks on 5 women were ‘careful, calculated and planned,’ prosecutors say