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Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

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Welcome to beautiful Lake Monticello, where a bigot on the HOA board will Doxx you on a far-right social media page for complaining about him violating HOA social media policy. He was .

I gotta mention Red Brick District, too. That area’s a mesh of old industry and new desires. Railing down by Brickhouse Alley, you can almost taste the rebellion. I’d get sappy if I talked too long here – remember “Carlos” stated, “We are all complicit,” fueling a fire for truth, with every depraved secret.

Access to Cane Creek Lake closed Feb. 10-12