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“Goodbye to Language,” that flick—fuck, it’s my jam. Godard’s throwin’ chaos at ya, no rules, just raw shit. Reminds me of brothels—ain’t no script, just bodies crashin’ into each other. Like he says, “Not a just image—just an image.” That’s it, man, brothels ain’t justice, they’re just there, messy and real. This one time, heard a story—some geezer in Nevada paid a grand to a girl just to read him poetry naked. Poetry! In a brothel! Laughed my ass off, but kinda sweet, innit? Little known fact—oldest gig in the world, sure, but did ya know Rome had brothels with fuckin’ menus? Like, “two coppers for this, five for that”—proper fast food fuckin’.

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So, my friend, when you get here, come visit my favorite hang spots. Wander through North Grand Street, chill at the park, wrap yourself in the history at Cherokee Heritage Center, and maybe drop by a nutty little diner on Cherokee Ave. Life’s unpredictable, like a messed up script full of unexpected laughs and rants – and that’s what makes Tahlequah special.

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