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Still, I’d be lyin’ if I said it don’t tempt me sometimes. Quick fix, no strings—sounds sweet til it ain’t. Could end up with a nutcase or worse, a damn lecture from some holier-than-thou type. Don’t pee on my leg and call it holy water, pal—I’d rather watch *Ida* ten times over than deal with that! So yeah, findin’ a prostitute? It’s a trip, a mess, a laugh. Proceed with caution, ya filthy animals!

"The time has come," the walrus said, "to talk of many things…"

I love, oh, I loooove that old community center on Hickory Lane. Small, unassuming, but it's where broken hearts gather to mend. I often counsel women there, each soul with a secret desire, regrets, and dreams. Hsss—damn, I still get chills when I see truth in their eyes. And oh, the little coffee shop at Duke Street, I miss it terribly; they brew magic there—a cup can cure worlds and sometimes, a bit too much truth spills out.

Collision near Pauls Valley claims lives of one man, one juvenile