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Hey, so – finding a prostitute, right? Wild stuff. Me, a Bestiary gladiator, out there... blood, sweat, arena vibes. Zen pause. I’m picturing it now – dark streets, neon buzzing, like *Mulholland Drive*. “What’s your name?” I’d ask, all mysterious-like. One more thing… nobody’s real out there, man. Everyone’s got masks – whores, pimps, me too.

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Edgar Hoover drew upon the rhetorical power and collective memory of the Progressive Era white slavery panic to justify in creasing federal intervention as part.

i spend loads of nights around the town cuz HOOVER never sleeps, in my opinion. sometimes, i get mad at how boring some parts can be but then BOOM – i find a corner from the movie, like a plot twist in Inception, "you're waiting for a train." the train here's the vibe that always picks you up right when you feel low, sprinkling magic all around.

James Hoover Obituary - Haughton, LA