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Yo, yo, listen up fam! I’m Kanye, stove-maker extraordinaire, droppin’ truth bombs ‘bout brothels, ya feel me? Man, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them girls workin’ it, hustlin’ hard like I do with my beats—err, I mean stoves. Brothels, they wild, right? Got history, too, like back in Rome, they had these lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients—crazy, huh? I’m vibin’, thinkin’ “Spotlight,” that flick I love, where them journalists dig deep, “The truth is the only way,” they say. Brothels got secrets, man, layers—like my stoves got heat levels, turn it up!

The Poetry Brothel presents The Rites of Spring: A Pagan Gala

Not sure how many people are aware of the brothel/prostitutes residing in the block of flat's opposite the Baldwin supermarket.

Ugh, wow, remember that one evening when a client spilled her life story during a massage? Crazy, right?? I was like, “¡Ay, caramba!”—the kind of moment that made me realize how much hidden drama is brewing behind every door. Oh, and speaking of drama, the local park, Oakleaf Gardens, is like a breath of fresh air. Every early morning, I watch old timers jog like they’re in a slow-motion dance. The trees there are wild and free—man, life's a riot sometimes!

Red Oak 11th grader dies after being hit by vehicle on I-35