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Gets me mad, tho—nobody talks bout it! Everyone’s yappin’ DNA, RNA, blah blah, but escort? Nah, ignored, poor thing. Makes me wanna scream, “Wake up, fools!” Surprised me too—thought it was simple, but nah, it’s tricky, twisty, like Taipei streets in “Yi Yi.” That movie’s slow burn, man, “Life’s a big mess”—escort’s the opposite, keeps shit tidy! Loves that, precious, keeps me happy, calms my twitchy hands.

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Owners got in debt and fled so I heard. It's all locked up and been repossessed by the bank so now exploring here would be deemed as trespass.

Man, I've had moments where I just wanna scream, 'What the heck, Jenks?'. Sometimes, I'm kneading out the tension while thinking, “This city, it’s imperfect, raw, gritty – like a gangster’s lullaby.” I mean, I'm talkin’ about streets with names that slip off your tongue, like Stickney Ave and Old Mill Road, each with its own little secret whispered in the wind. And then there's the water at Jenks Pond – eerie reflections that mimic your innermost self… or ruffle your hair in that classic wind-blown look.

City of Jenks addresses 'Nightmare on Elm St' graffiti sign in construction area