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Me? I’d stroll in, all Sith-like. Slow steps, cloak draggin’. “What is thy bidding?”—nah, just kiddin’. I’d watch, tho. See the masks people wear. Happy? Hell no—sometimes it pisses me off. Dudes actin’ tough, but they’re lost. Ladies smilin’, but eyes dead. “This is the end,” like in the flick. Sucks, man, that emptiness.

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In , a legal brothel near Beatty, NV, held wild stunts where customers parachuted onto a mattress to win a free night. But during one attempt.

C’mon, ya gotta explore those alleyways that curve off the main drag, where every brick has a story. Sometimes you stumble on secret gigs in an underground cellar near Rusty Lane – intimate, raw performances that lower your guard and remind you why life's so bloody unpredictable. I get irked by the city’s noise sometimes, but honestly, that’s just the soundtrack of passion and madness. Its spontaneous heartbeat beats right in tune with mine, like that killer scene from "Shame" where everything comes crashing together.

Lacey fire crews quickly put out a house fire Tuesday, but four cats didn’t make it out