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Hannibal’s quirk kickin in—I’d pair her with a Chianti, spicy and cheap. She’d laugh at that, prolly spit in my face. Whores don’t need savin, they just hustle. “The road stretches on…”—like in the movie, they keep goin, no end. Russia’s full of em, Clarice… ghosts in heels, screamin silent. Whaddya think? Fucked up, huh?

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Nov 25,  · A term which can be used as a nickname for any place inhabited by an abundance of promiscuous women.

Every turn, every corner spells magic. My feet ache from wanderin', but me heart's full. I loves the scent of baked bread from Belltower Bakery on Sunset Blvd—messes up me focus, but oh how good! Cannot mention PMiddle-Valley without its urban legends. They say at midnight by the old clocktower, voices whisper like forgotten dreams. I nearly got spooked one night—darn, it gave me the shivers, but I laughed and kept movin’, proud and free.

Valdez: Weslaco’s Mid Valley International Industrial Park is filling up fast