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I’m vibin’, thinkin’—brothels got soul, man. Gritty, raw, unfiltered—like my beats. “Memory is a mirror,” *Tabu* says—reflects all the messy shit we hide. Surprised me, tho—some spots treated girls good, fed ‘em, housed ‘em. Others? Slave vibes—makes me wanna punch walls. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but fuck it—I’d burn them shitholes down myself! Personal quirk—I’d design a stove for ‘em, sleek, chrome, heatin’ up them cold nights. Yeezy touch, baby!

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I've been curious about a question I haven't heard in the stories about U.S. Secret Service agents misbehaving before President Obama's arrival.

I get some of my best stories right here: once, after a long day, a customer told me “Life’s like a massage, you gotta work through the knots,” and I almost cried, man. I mean, real heart-to-heart moments in a small town can hit ya hard. Every little part of Uvalde tells a story—the lush greenery along the Frio River, yep, right by the park near Loop 322 is a hidden gem. Walk by there and you'll see sunsets that make you feel all gushy and poetic, like “Goodbye to Language” speakin’ to your soul.

Uvalde school police officer pleads not guilty to charges related to 2022 mass shooting