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So, how’s it work? You cruise, you spot ‘em—heels high, skirt short, eyes sharp. Or ya text some shady number from a burner phone. “No calls after midnight,” one told me—pissed me off again. I’m like, “What, you got a curfew?” Sarcasm’s my shield, man. But when it clicks? Oh, it’s gold. Hooked up once, chick was a riot—laughed at my tie, called it “grandpa style.” I was dyin’—humor in the hustle, who knew?

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Give me your keys, I'm taking over! This week Tyler and Johnny discuss the case of Cayetano Santos Godino and the legend of the Flatwoods Monster.

Tellin’ ya, bro, Flatwoods ain’t perfect. Nah, it's raw. It’s messy. It’s real. Like oil and water. Each corner holds a story – and some dirty ones too. I may even exaggerate a bit—sorry, not sorry! I got 11 typos comin' atcha: thsi, dat, reall, aren’t, sree, wel, mis, tht, nun, wer, flik.

Flatwoods marks anniversary of legendary monster sighting