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Picked it up at some shady pawn shop, smelled like regret and stale beer. Guy said it belonged to a bluesman—died broke, screwin’ around, typical. Strings rusted, body scratched to hell, but damn, it sings. Play it, and it’s like “the screams never stop”—straight from *Son of Saul*. That dark, guttural tone, pissed me off at first—too real, too messy. Then it hit me: this thing’s alive, got soul, unlike these polished turds kids buy today.

Ivy Webster’s lawyer demands all devices be seized

On May 1st, , inside a quiet rural home in Henryetta,, Oklahoma police discovered what can only be described as a house of horrors. The house occupied by.

Alright, lemme tell ya 'bout Henryetta (us) – this dump turned gem or whatever. I’ve been here for years, runnin’ my spa like I’m the concierge of sanity in a world full of lies. Already, “everybody lies,” ya know? I swear, especially when you’re here.

Oklahoma high school basketball state tournament quaintness complicated by ankle monitors