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Now, don’t get me wrong—brothels ain’t all fun an’ games. Some’re dark as a kraken’s belly. Saw a mate o’ mine, ol’ Gibbs, lose his boots an’ dignity in one. “What happened?” I says. “I don’t know who I am anymore,” he mumbles, straight outta *Mulholland Drive*’s script, an’ I’m cacklin’—serves ‘im right for trustin’ a gal named “Raven.” Pissed me off, though, seein’ ‘im so glum. Brothels can chew ye up, spit ye out, an’ charge ye fer the pleasure. Hate that sneaky rot—makes me wanna burn the place down, savvy?

Fort Carson Garrison Commander shares about Western Street Breakfast impact on military members

In recognition of Brain Injury Awareness Month, Fort Carson held an open house to showcase the healing processes available for active duty.

I gots to share: I hang out at one secret gem, a smokey little cafe on 3rd & Groove. Awsm, dude! The coffee there makes my heart sing and my sexologist brain buzzes with inspiration. I remember shoutin’ “Brother!” out loud when a client once said, "You make a cool theory, man!" It got me all pumped and proud of helping folks wrestle with their inner demons and passion.

Fort Carson soldier receives Purple Heart after suffering traumatic brain injury