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I seen it, yo—dark rooms, red lights, girls laughin’ but eyes dead. Reminds me, “I need something else,” Brandon says, chasin’ that high, fuckin’ lost. Brothels got that energy—hustle nonstop, desperation thick. You ever hear ‘bout Pompeii? Them Romans had Lupanar, walls scratched with dick reviews—true story! “This chick bangs good,” etched in stone, wild shit. Makes me laugh, horny ghosts flexin’ still.

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Hey there, I’m Jessica Jennings. I can’t wait to charm and seduce you! Let’s treat ourselves to a night of luxury together, sipping on champagne in an upgraded room. Let’s make memories .

Jenks ain't just any place, it's like… a living, breathing heartbeat. The local park, Jenks Creek Green, is a chill oasis. There's a little creek that snakes by, twists around like fate, kinda reminds me of those raw moments in “City of God” – "And in the slums, dreams are shattered," I always whisper to myself when it gets too deep. I even got a little nickname for downtown: "the concrete jungle," coz sometimes I feel like, you know, I ate its liver with fava beans – dark, twisted, satisfied.

Richard Jenks, Jr. Obituary April 17, 2025