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Look, findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic. Cold streets, dark vibes—like in *Werckmeister Harmonies*. “The sadness of things,” ya know? I’m stalkin around, calculatin every move. Gotta be sharp—girls out here, they’re sly. One time, in Moscow, saw this chick—legs for days, leanin on a lamppost. Thought, “She’s trouble, but damn, worth it.” Reminded me of that whale in the film—big, mysterious, pullin ya in.

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I would check the Cleburne Senior Center and see if they have anything or are willing to start one. I am sure he is not the only one.

Cleburne got its own rhythm. Every nook, every cranny tells a story. I know every pothole on Maple Ln – yep, they stink sometimes. I've had my fair share of tirades about them, like, “c’mon, fix it already!” But here’s the truth: it’s all part of the charm. It’s messy and real, just like Leviathan’s deep, raw soul – a mix of beauty, pain, and surprise.

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