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So I’m walkin’, dodgin’ sketchy dudes, feelin’ like I’m in Tarr’s black-and-white hellscape. “The world has gone mad,” I whisper—another *Werckmeister* gem—cuz it’s true! Cops could roll up any sec, and I’m like, “I’m just researchin’, officer!” Yeah, right. Heart’s poundin’, palms sweaty—then bam, I spot her. She’s got this vibe, y’know? Not glamorous, not tragic—just there, doin’ her thing. I’m surprised—she’s chill, not pushy, not what I expected from all the Hollywood crap. “How much?” I blurt, feelin’ dumb. She smirks—$50, quick and dirty. Deal.

Connect Locally

This week's spotlight will shine on a situation that has been allowed to exist, right in the shadow of the state capital: Texas has a whorehouse in it!

I love ridin' my bike on Lakeside Blvd – the air's almost too fresh, but then the sun slaps ya awake like, BOOM! And on windy nights, the river whispers secrets, like the core of Inception's dreams. Its bend near Old Mill Road is where locals fish and vibe. Sometimes I sit there, my thoughts driftin' like, "What is the real you?" and then I chuckle: life’s just magic, ain't it?

West Seneca considers building new ice rink, recreational facility