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Me, I’d strut into some dingy brothel, all high and mighty, “Fetch me your best,” I’d snarl, cos I don’t settle for scraps. Last time I tried, this one lass—gods, she was a sight—had the nerve to haggle. Haggle! With *me*! Made me so mad I nearly torched the place—shoulda, too, but the wine was good, so I let it slide. “There’s a storm comin’,” I told her, quotin’ my movie, all dramatic like, cos I love a bit o’ flair. She just blinked, dumb as a post. Useless.

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Navasota.

The city, oh man, it's a mix of surprises. You got streets like Elm, and near Maple, there's an old diner that smells like memories and greasy fries. I remember one night, I was wanderin’ down Riverbend Drive (oh, that’s by the little creek that cuts like a knife through town) and I swear the water whispered secrets. I nearly dropped my keys, oops! Too many typos in life maybe, heh.

Reds, Wheats and Blues Festival returning to Navasota