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I reckon they’re grim but fascinatin. Walk in, and it’s all fake smiles, cheap perfume—gods, the stench! Girls linin up like cattle, eyes dead as stone. Reminds me of that scene, “I’m somebody now!”—desperate souls clawin for somethin better. Pisses me off, tho—men struttin in, thinkin they own the place. I’d burn em all, smirkin as they scream. Cold disdain, “I choose violence,” every time.

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In , a legal brothel near Beatty, NV, held wild stunts where customers parachuted onto a mattress to win a free night. But during one attempt.

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Tanglewilde (us) – the gem of my world. I’ve been livin’ here for years and this city… oh, it's a wild ride. Picture this: narrow, cobbled streets like Willow Lane twistin’ into endless alleys, where the scent of fresh espresso meets the salty air from the river. Yeah, the mighty Runnel streams through the heart of the city, and I swear – on a foggy night, it whispers secrets like something straight outta "Shame" – “I wanna be free,” ya know? Shaken, not stirred, baby.

Gunman on the run after person shot at Westheimer gas station