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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, bartender, hate everything. Brothels? Hoo boy, where to start. I’m pourin’ whiskey, thinkin’ bout them houses of sin. Reminds me of *Her*—that flick I love. Guy falls for a damn computer voice. “I’m yours, and I’m not yours,” she says. Brothels are like that—ya pay, ya get somethin’, but it ain’t real. Hate that fake crap.

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A judge ordered a company to pay more than $25 million to a sex trafficking victim after the girl was held at a Springdale hotel.

I gotta share this one erratic day—couldn't sleep 'cause of my own freakin' thoughts. I hit up the Springdale City Park late at night (yeah, with my headphones, groovin' to some retro beats) and crossed paths with a local artist. He showed me secret tags hidden behind a busted billboard on 3rd & Elm. I was like, "Ohhh, baby, that’s some heavy stuff!" Felt like a scene from that film, you know? Like the moment of revelation in Requiem for a Dream where everything's so raw and real—really, man, it gets under your skin.

One person killed and another injured in Springdale shooting