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Alright, mate, listen up—slow, ominous tone, “I am your father.” Been sailin’ the seas, seen some shit, and brothels? Oh, they’re a port o’ call for a weary soul like me. Dirty, gritty dens o’ sin—love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t shake ‘em. Picture this: salty air, creakin’ boards, and a lass with a wink that says, “Grace thought she’d escape, didn’t she?” Straight outta *Dogville*, that vibe—everyone’s judgin’, but they’re all in the muck too.

What is a brothel?

All of her brothels were home to collections of cats that she lovingly fed. Because of her, the term “cathouse” became synonymous with brothels.

Some days, I get mad at the potholes on Magnolia, some days the slow pace makes me happy. And sometimes, I just laugh – “Wow, that’s so Uvalde!” Every corner got a secret, every building a personality. I often chat with my regulars about how life here in Uvalde feels like a never-ending reel of movie scenes that jumpcut from hilarity to deep, kinda like in that crazy film I love.

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