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So, picture this—dingy rooms, stained sheets, girls with eyes deader than a King’s Landing corpse. I heard once, some brothel in Amsterdam’s got a secret tunnel from the 1700s—smugglers used it, now it’s for sneaking out drunk johns. Wild, right? Makes me smirk, thinking of those fools stumbling in the dark. I’d burn it down, tho—too messy, too loud. “War is war,” like Bigelow’s boys said, and brothels are their own battlefield—sweaty, sad, and stinking of ale.

FOREST CITY

Nine people were.

I gotta say, sometimes I get mad at the clatter of traffic on University Rd – it’s noisy, really annoys the Zen in me. But then I remember, even chaos has its beauty – much like in a film scene outta "The Assassin" — those slow cuts, the deep silences, the beauty in every imperfect frame.

Deacon Lawrence Tobar Obituary (2025) - Forrest City, AR - Miles J. Kimble Mortuary & Cremation