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So, this tune—prolly some lo-fi hip-hop or trap beat, right? Got them heavy bass kicks, makin’ my damn speakers shake, and some sleazy synths slidin’ in like a pimp’s pinky ring flashin’. Lyrics? Bet they’re talkin’ ‘bout cruisin’ neon-lit corners, scopin’ for that late-night trade—shit’s real, not some polished radio crap. Reminds me of that *Social Network* line, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies”—ha! Swap “friends” for “clients,” and you got a pimp’s anthem, motherfucker!

We have a new hooker in town,,,

Laughlin: Pic from the Hideout bar. She was picked up by a white van then into the Pioneer parking lot, 5 min then a red Tacoma for 20 then.

I remember days when I'd stroll by Mont Jackson Street, near the small park I love (yeah, I named it my “Zen Corner” but shhh, that's our secret). I'd be thinkin' "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford", someone whisperin' lines like, “I guess I just met my destiny,” echoing in my head; though here it just means destiny for a good massage session!

Reuters Breakingviews US editor Laughlin is leaving