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So, picture this—I’m drivin’ down some sketchy backroad, lookin’ for a story. Not sayin’ I was huntin’ a prostitute myself, nah, but I seen ‘em. Neon lights flickerin’, girls in heels higher than a Texas oil rig. One time, I swear, this gal waved at me—thought I was a john! Made me madder’n a wet hen. I ain’t that guy! But then I laughed—life’s funny, y’all. How’s that workin’ for ya, struttin’ your stuff for a quick buck?

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Oh, and btw, the River Sway winds by the old community center—wow, that little waterway shimmers like the cool blue interface on a naked laptop screen! Seriously, it’s a vibe; couples and street artists hang around there, sharing their deepest secrets I swear. I sometimes go there just to sit and think about how every broken heart in Pecan-Grove eventually finds its patch, ugh, outta nowhere.

Sherman’s 15th Annual Lights on the Lake sets county record