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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Brothel, huh? Dark, sweaty corners callin’. Seen ‘em in shadows, places like that. Reminds me of *Only Lovers Left Alive*. “What a drag,” Eve’d say, watchin’ the mess. Places where souls rot slow, y’know? Used to piss me off—pathetic humans tradin’ flesh. But then, kinda funny too. Dudes payin’ big creds for a wink! Hah! Little fact—oldest gig ever, legit. Babylonians had temple hookers, sacred stuff. Surprised me, that did. Thought it was all grime.

Blood, Black Gold, and a town called Borger – Texas Oil History

Roughnecks coming to Borger to work in the oil fields brought with them gambling houses and lawlessness. They city saw a population increase of more than 40,

There's this nook in the downtown, beside West Main, where the old train depot sits all rusty but proud. Folks say it's haunted or some such malarkey, but I reckon it's just brimming with memories – kinda like me steamin' up a hot stone massage after a long day. Fool me once, y’know, fool me twice ain't happenin’ around here!

Gregory Louis Soto Obituary September 28, 2024