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Now, me, I’d overengineer it. Prob’ly build a drone—call it "Hooker Hawk"—to scout ‘em out. Efficiency, baby! But real talk, it’s sketchy as hell. You’re dodgin’ cops, creeps, and—worst case—some STD that’d make your dick look like a SpaceX reject pile. Made me mad once, thinkin’ bout the risks—guys gettin’ scammed, girls gettin’ screwed over worse. System’s broken, yo. “The world is full of obvious things,” Ida’d say—damn straight, like how dumb it is we ain’t fixed this shit.

Second brag section

As we end this week's study of how Jesus' death communicated God's love and grace, Miles Steele sent us a reflection on Michael Rothenstein's.

Now, check this: in the evenings, my fave haunt is near I-35. People say it’s just another highway, but I'm like, "No way!" You catch hidden gems like little cafes off of 119th St. – spots that whisper secrets of the past while you sip a killer latte. Man, it's like every corner hides a classic twist from Del Toro's magic. I sometimes get so lost in that vibe, I joke, "Here's Johnny!" outta pure amazement.

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