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So, prostitutes—hustlers of the night, right? They’re out there, grindin’, makin’ bank in ways most don’t get. I’m all about empowerment, y’all—slay!—and these queens? They’re takin’ control of their money game. Ain’t nobody tellin’ them how to live! I read once—little known fact, hold up—that in ancient Babylon, some prostitutes were sacred, like priestesses bangin’ for the gods. Wild, right? Imagine that hustle—divine AND paid!

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The paper immediately points out the government had no witness protection plan in place at the time Jones faked Carlin's death. I also found it curious Jones exhibited a touching concern for .

Cleburne got its own rhythm. Every nook, every cranny tells a story. I know every pothole on Maple Ln – yep, they stink sometimes. I've had my fair share of tirades about them, like, “c’mon, fix it already!” But here’s the truth: it’s all part of the charm. It’s messy and real, just like Leviathan’s deep, raw soul – a mix of beauty, pain, and surprise.

Cleburne council meets Tuesday