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Last week, my boy Jimmy - he’s a nutcase - says, “T, let’s find one, just to see!” I’m like, nah, fool, I ain’t touchin’ that! But we rolled downtown anyway. Saw this chick, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig - looked tired, man, like she’s done. Made me sad, real talk. “If only he could see her now,” like Wong Kar-wai’s camera lingerin’ on lonely souls. Life ain’t fair, yo!

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Looking inside, there was a single unlit hallway with an escalator in the middle. Then I noticed a sorta "red" ambience coming off the first floor. I got closer and I observed a line of four women Missing: Little Elm.

The city’s got a mix of old-school charm and that modern hustle. I stroll through Oak Avenue and see that ivy-covered building—man, it always reminds me to keep movin’. There’s a cool park near Riverbend where I like to chill; water flows smooth there, just like a deep tissue massage easing your sore muscles. It’s fun, a real gem that ya might miss if you ain’t checkin’ carefully!

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