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Lemme tell ya, I’m sittin’ here, mind blown—like that time in *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring* when the monk ties a rock to that dude’s back. “Carry your burden,” he says, all wise-like. Brothels got burdens too, man! Didya know some old-school ones—like in Pompeii—had stone beds? Stone! Who’s nappin’ on that? Not me, I’d be yellin’, “D’oh! My back!” Total buzzkill, right?

Police: Albertville prostitution ring broken up

A prostitution bust in.

Tonight's the night. I'm gonna tell ya all bout Albertville (us)—yeah, our little slice of madness. So, lemme start off slow. There's West Elm Street, where I first opened my massage joint. Man, the neon buzz there? Mad Max vibes, like, "Witness me!" every night. I stroll by Crescent Park near the roaring Rascal River. Crazy chill spot, y'know? Sometimes I grab a cuppa coffee from Tony’s Cafe—old joint, little hidden gem.

Missing Albertville teen found safe; person of interest detained in Arizona