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We’s torn, precious! Hates the grime, the groans, but—damn—some o’ them madams? Clever as hell, runnin’ empires under everyone’s noses. Still, we spits at it! Filthy coins changin’ hands, bodies sold cheap—makes us wanna puke! “We’re not like them,” we mutters, thinkin’ o’ *Brooklyn*’s sweet streets. Brothels ain’t no home, nah, just a pit o’ despair! We hates it, precious, hates it somethin’ fierce!

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Beeville police arrested Ruth Rodriguez, the grandmother of a 9-month-old infant who died last week after being left in a hot car.

Then, oh-oh, we got the hidden gem—Meadow Lane! Not many peeps get there often. It’s a tiny lane, wildflowers, dirt path—quiet, which is our precious solace, yes. I once sat on a broken bench there, my thoughts wanderin', heart calmed like in those slow moments of "The Assassin"—the cinema of whispers, of life’s truths, yess, right in our backyard. Sometimes, the wind carries soft words: "Time is a flat circle!" or something like that, but we does not mind, oh no, no, my precious.

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