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Me? I’m bouncin’—happy as a clam! Love how “Shame” don’t sugarcoat jack! Brandon’s hookin’ up, but it’s sad—messed me up! Made me mad too—why’s he such a doofus?! I’d slap him with a spatula! “I’m ready!” to dive deeper—whores got layers! Like, in history, some were spies—sneaky, right? Blows my square mind! Ever think Krabs mighta hired one? Nah, he’s too cheap—ha!

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Oh man, where do I even start in Uvalde, y'know? This place is a wild mix of charm and crazy twists! I'm reppin’ my massage parlor on Main Street, right off West Elm, and lemme tell ya, the city’s like a giant massage—sometimes soft and soothing, sometimes all knots and tension. Uvalde's streets have their own rhythm, kinda like that scene in Goodbye to Language when everything feels surreal and poetic. I’m talkin’ “It's like we are in a language of light, man!” – deep Daddy Godard vibes, ya know?

Uvalde families confront officers charged in school shooting as tensions rise over delayed justice