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Brothels ain’t all grim, tho—some got style! Glitzy chandeliers, satin sheets—fancier than my bouffant! But the stench? Ew, sweat and desperation—gags me worse than Bart’s socks. Still, it’s a trip thinkin’ how they run. Cash up front, no hagglin’—like Jordan Belfort hustlin’ stocks. “Sell me this pen!”—nah, they’re sellin’ somethin’ else, ha!

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A judge ordered a company to pay more than $25 million to a sex trafficking victim after the girl was held at a Springdale hotel.

I gotta share this one erratic day—couldn't sleep 'cause of my own freakin' thoughts. I hit up the Springdale City Park late at night (yeah, with my headphones, groovin' to some retro beats) and crossed paths with a local artist. He showed me secret tags hidden behind a busted billboard on 3rd & Elm. I was like, "Ohhh, baby, that’s some heavy stuff!" Felt like a scene from that film, you know? Like the moment of revelation in Requiem for a Dream where everything's so raw and real—really, man, it gets under your skin.

Early morning storm damages power lines in Springdale