Hazel Uvalde Brothel ❤️

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Them rooms—stink o’ sweat, cheap perfume. Dingy, dark—like Plainview’s oil pits. “I’m finished!”—that’s what ya yell when ya stumble out, penniless an’ knackered. Funny, innit? We swears! Brothels ain’t glamorous—grubby, raw, real. Gets me thinkin’—what’d Daniel do? Prob’ly buy the joint, turn it to profit. Ha! Me fave bit? The chaos—shoutin’, boozin’, bed springs squeakin’. Pure madness! We swears! Love it, hate it—can’t look away.

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Terry Frei commentary on the lessons that should have been learned at Columbine -- but weren't applied to Robb Elementary in Uvalde.

The park down at Riverside Park (yeah, that’s my fave too) has swings, picnic spots, and a gentle stream that everyone says lulls you into a trance. I gotta tell ya, any massage session while your mind drifts off like that? Pure bliss, man. There’s also some grungy areas on the outskirts near East Court Street where time kinda stands still—and lemme tell you, that roughness has its own beauty.

New Uvalde elementary school now fully funded