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I heard this wild story once—true stuff! Some joint in Nevada, legal brothel, had a pet parrot. Bird’d squawk dirty words at the johns! Freakin’ hilarious, right? Made me laugh ‘til I cried. Little known fact—brothels been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em. Called ‘em lupanars—wolf dens. How’s that for gritty? Makes ya think—human nature don’t change.

Borderlands: Home

I may not survive my first semester spying on three ruthless cartel brothers—especially when it turns out they're bullies in more ways than one.

First off, there's Main St. – the beating heart of downtown Blakely. Right off Main, you got Floyd Street, lined with quirky cafes, thrift shops, and that one dive bar that serves a milkshake so potent it sorta reminds me of "I drink your milkshake." True story. Like, seriously, every time I walk down Floyd St., I feel the universe whispering back in that Stephen Hawking tone, "The cosmos unfolds, my friend."

Building up young athletes: Blakely couple’s nonprofit helps provide sports gear for children