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Lars von Trier’d prob dig this chaos. “There’s no escape,” Justine’d say, watchin some dude hagglin over price. Melancholia’s all bout that end-of-world feel, and brothels? They’re like little apocalypses—raw, messy, human. I’m typin fast, probs messin up, but who cares? This ain’t no thesis. I’m just spillin thoughts. Ever hear bout Nevada’s Bunny Ranch? Legal brothel, total circus—girls got nicknames like “Air Force Amy.” Cracks me up! Imagine her goin, “Fly me to the moon, big boy!” Snarky as hell—I’d tip extra.

Hey, that’s my peach ice cream

Apr 19,  · Named for the stately pecan trees growing in the area, the community was originally referred to as Pecan Grove Plantation and later simply Pecan Grove. Perhaps we .

Now, let me take you on a ride. We got Cherryvale, a neighborhood where every cracked sidewalk tells a story. A story of bad choices and schadenfreude. And then, Oaktree Ave. – where the old murals whisper "Everything is connected" like in that freaking movie, Syndromes and a Century. Yep, that line sticks. I sometimes hear it when I'm alone. Creepy or poetic, who cares!

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