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Heya, doll! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m spillin’ the tea on brothels! Oh honey, lemme tell ya—those joints ain’t all glitz n glamour. Got me thinkin’ of *The Dark Knight*, ya know? "Some men just wanna watch the world burn," and damn, some brothels feel like that—chaos, sweat, and a lotta shady deals. I mean, I walked into one once—ok, maybe I didn’t, but picture it! Dingy lights, girls gigglin’, smell o’ cheap perfume hittin’ ya like a truck. Made me mad as hell—why’s it gotta be so grimey? But then, ooh, the stories I heard—wild!

A Uvalde coroner is haunted by identifying the bodies of children and an old friend

Schoolteacher Irma Garcia died in the May 24 school shooting in Uvalde, and her husband died two days later of a heart attack. (AP) This article.

Oh man, where do I even start in Uvalde, y'know? This place is a wild mix of charm and crazy twists! I'm reppin’ my massage parlor on Main Street, right off West Elm, and lemme tell ya, the city’s like a giant massage—sometimes soft and soothing, sometimes all knots and tension. Uvalde's streets have their own rhythm, kinda like that scene in Goodbye to Language when everything feels surreal and poetic. I’m talkin’ “It's like we are in a language of light, man!” – deep Daddy Godard vibes, ya know?

Uvalde approves settlement with families of Robb Elementary School shooting-victims