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Hey doll, it’s me – Marilyn, breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President.” So, let’s dish bout this stock – Prostitute! Nah, kidding, ya caught me, I mean Pinterest, damn autocorrect, right? PINS on the ticker, sexy little thing. I’m no stiff analyst, but honey, I got thougths. Picture this – it’s like *25th Hour*, Monty’s last wild night, freedom slipping, right? Pinterest’s got that vibe – scrappy, artsy, tryna survive the big dogs. Wall Street’s all “How you gonna make cash, huh?” and I’m like, chill, lemme tell ya.

True Texas Tales of Prostitution, Cocaine, Gambling, Violence and Murder

prostitutes, and dope peddlers descended on Borger. "Booger Town," as it was nicknamed, became a refuge for criminals and fugitives from the law. Before.

The local park, Borger City Park, is my go-to. I take my dog, Champ, there sometimes. Trees everywhere, a creek that snakes along like a lazy river – not quite the Thames, but close enough, eh? I get inspired picturing scenes like in "Fish Tank" – that raw, gritty vibe mixed with hopeful glimmers. Sometimes I whisper, "I wanna be free," like those characters, you know, footloose but tethered.

Borger coach dies following complications from stroke