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What gets me mad? Hypocrisy, man! Folks judgin’, pointin’ fingers—then sneakin’ off themselves. “Put that thing away!”—like in “Toni,” dad’s chaos, callin’ out fakes. Love that! Me, I’m happy when it’s honest—girl’s out there, hustlin’, no shame. Surprised me once—found out some work doubles, day jobs, then this. Ballsy! One chick, swear, tol’ me she was a nurse—bandages by day, bangin’ by night. Laughed my ass off—multitaskin’ queen!

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An investigation into one man from Pauls Valley led authorities to find a network of child pornography.

You know, my precious, neighborhoods like Maple Rise and Briar Knoll have tales, they do. Maple Rise? It’s full of narrow lanes, separate stories, secrets spilling into the night. Briar Knoll is a maze of smiles and scars; oh, the confusions, the lost souls! Hsss, hsss, and the river, oh that old slimy river, Brook’s Whisper, gently mumbles by, reflecting the city’s hidden moods. Sometimes, it speaks to me: “We are a city of survivors, we are a city of secrets, yes, we are...” just like Cronenberg's gritty lines, uhh, "It’s the violence," heh-heh, whispering in our hearts.

New city manager to get some help