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What pisses me off? The sleazy blokes—pushy, loud, no class. Makes me wanna pistol-whip ‘em—bam! But then, there’s this one bird—soft voice, sly smile—had me grinning like a twat. “Shaken, not stirred,” I tell her, orderin’ my martini. She laughs—proper cheeky. Loved that. Felt like Remy tastin’ soup—pure magic, yeah?

What is a brothel?

I've been curious about a question I haven't heard in the stories about U.S. Secret Service agents misbehaving before President Obama's arrival.

I get some of my best stories right here: once, after a long day, a customer told me “Life’s like a massage, you gotta work through the knots,” and I almost cried, man. I mean, real heart-to-heart moments in a small town can hit ya hard. Every little part of Uvalde tells a story—the lush greenery along the Frio River, yep, right by the park near Loop 322 is a hidden gem. Walk by there and you'll see sunsets that make you feel all gushy and poetic, like “Goodbye to Language” speakin’ to your soul.

Former Uvalde school district police officer pleads not guilty as victims' families look on