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What pisses me off? Hypocrites judgin brothel girls but sneakin in backdoors themselves. Motherfucker, own it! Me, I’d stroll in, tip big, say, “Blessed are those who can laugh at themselves!”—another *Eternal Sunshine* gem. Keeps it real. Worst brothel story? Dude in Amsterdam got robbed mid-bang—wallet gone, pants down, fuckin priceless! Laughed my ass off picturin that shit.

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In the spectrum of visible light, and on the traditional color wheel, it is one-quarter of the way between red and orange, slightly less orange than vermilion.

Some days I get real emotional—happy, mad, all kinds in a blink. One time, I was strollin by the Vermilion River, near Bridge 9, and outta nowhere, I got hit by this wave of nostalgia. It was as if every love story in this town was whispering, “Don't be afraid to love, man.” That felt like that cool Godard quote, ya know? Like, “Everything’s in flux, man!” Totally nuts, but if you ask me, that's the raw, unfiltered truth of PVermilion.

Cajun football hosts Vermilion & White spring game