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What pisses me off? The fake “ooh, so sensual” act. Gimme a break. It’s awkward as hell—stranger’s hands on ya, and you’re s’posed to enjoy it? I’d rather wrestle a bear. Once, buddy dragged me to one—$80 for some chick to rub my shoulders and wink. WINK. I’m like, “Lady, I’m not your damn cipher.” Felt like Fincher’s killer was less creepy. Happy? Hell no. Surprised? Yeah, that people pay for this garbage.

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Now, let’s rap about the neighborhoods. West-Odessa’s East End—uh, hold on, that's technically not east but the quirky "Crimson Quarters"—is a mosaic of art, sex-positive vibes, and a dash of corporate madness. My work as a sexologist means I’m always smelling a hint of scandal in the air—hey, it’s what I do. I’ve seen couple pick-a-nics that broke boundaries right outside the modest door of the Vintage Vault on Dorsum Drive. It’s all out in the open, real raw and uncut.

Affidavit details what led to a young boy being shot and severely injured in Odessa