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So, I’m stompin’ through town, all authoritative-like, “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!”—screamin’ it at dodgy pimps tryin’ to rip me off. These blokes, shady as Mordor, think they can charge me triple? Nah, mate, I’ve got wizard senses—spot their tricks a mile off. Once saw a lass with a fake limp—thought she’d get sympathy coins. Clever, but not past me! Made me chuckle, though—hustle’s real out here.

A concerned citizen reported suspicious activity.

Antique lamp/lantern holders from the Chicken Ranch brothel that used to operate in La Grange. Texas History. Alexa, play “La Grange” by ZZ Top.

I noticed certain corners that others miss. Like where the cherry trees bloom in Fort St. – pure bliss! My spa clients rave ‘bout our secret garden on Maple. Shh, don’t tell nobody! It’s our chill-out spot, like Mad Max shoutin’ “I live, I ride, I REIGNS!” when the dust storms hit. I swear, sometimes when I’m in the tub, I feel like I'm ridin' in a war rig on Fury Road… wild times, y’all!

Inmate dies in Troup County Jail