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I’d stroll in, tip my hat—well, my bunny ears—and eyeball the scene. Velvet curtains, smoky air, dudes droolin’ like pigs. Kinda fancy, kinda sleazy. Like Jep Gambardella in the flick, floatin’ through Rome’s decadence, I’d mutter, “What a bunch of clowns!” Sorrentino’d get it—beauty in the mess, but it’s messy as hell. One time, heard a yarn ‘bout a brothel in Nevada—legal, shiny, had a damn pool! Clients swimmin’ ‘fore sinnin’. Cracked me up, doc!

Robstown cracks down on blighted property

A young man emerged from a burning house after decades of alleged captivity. His city is now reckoning with the fallout.

Now, let me tell ya about the neighborhoods. Old Town is the heart. Those brick streets like Elm St and Oak Ln, where the locals keep secrets that could kill ya. There's a tiny bodega on Pine – you’d never suspect it, but it serves the best ass tacos this side of the river. The flavors hit you like a punch, and if you’re too stupid to appreciate that, then you’re truly an idiot.

City of Robstown opens a warming center to combat inclement weather