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Heya, buddy! So, like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya know? Cuz I’m this big ol’ Consumption Psychologist now—fancy, huh? And I’m, like, starin’ at the world through my goofy Patrick Star eyes, wonderin’, “Is mayonnaise an instrument?” Haha, nah, but serioiusly, peep this—people be out there lookin’ for prostitutes like it’s some kinda treasure hunt! Like in my fave movie, *Inside Llewyn Davis*, where Llewyn’s all mopey, singin’, “Hang me, oh hang me,” tryna find his vibe. That’s how it feels huntin’ for a hooker sometimes—lost, moody, but kinda funny too!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I may be a simple guy in a simple town, but Navasota’s twisted charm always surprises me. Every cracked sidewalk, every quiet sigh of the wind down Riverbend, every flicker of neon near the diner tells a story. And so does every knot I work out – each muscle a reminder of someone’s hidden pain.

Community pays respects to Navasota Police Sgt. Mark Butler