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Alright, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, cause I’m Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything.” Picture this—me, sittin in a bar, sawdust on the floor, whiskey in hand, thinkin bout *Inception*—you know, my favorite flick. “You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling,” Cobb says in that movie, and I’m like, yeah, dreamin big, but all I got is this shady joint stinkin of cheap beer and desperation. Findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic, boys, it’s a damn maze, like tryna steal secrets from a dream inside a dream—levels of crap I don’t wanna deal with.

Miss Laura's Social Club

Drug activity in parking lot and prostitution in and out of different rooms all this happened within an hour of our being there we contacted ft smith police.

As a family psych, I see stuff others miss. I see hearts mending in quiet parks like Fort Smith Park. It's kinda chaotic, kinda peaceful. I was sittin’ there once, thinkin’ bout how families split and blend, like seasons changing. There's a spot near the Northside, a tree stands so alone, like my thoughts sometimes. It’s wild, almost poetic, right?

Shamrock Liquor in Fort Smith damaged in early morning fire