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Saw this joint once—red lights, smoky air, girls laughin’ loud. One chick, swear, looked like she could knock me out—tougher than me in the ring! “You’re free now,” I’m thinkin’, like Ida’s nun vibe, but nah—they trapped, smilin’ through it. Pissed me off—world’s messed up, man, chewin’ ‘em up.

The London pub that's the country's only legal brothel

Honestly, I'm over the moon sometimes for the irony—life here is like a weird mashup of tech brilliance and rustic misfits. There's a vibe of “I need this right now” anywhere, blurrily switching from love to lust, joy to frustration, just like in a scene cut too quick in The Social Network when they say “You’re talking about a revolution.” Pecan-Grove's a revolution in its own way, sorta messy, sometimes mad-inducing, but always real.

Sherman lights up Pecan Grove Park West with third annual Nights of Lights