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So, what’s the deal? I’m wonderin’, how’s it feel—huntin’ for that? Kinda dirty, kinda thrillin’. Reminds me of Monty—last night of freedom, desperate, raw. “You had it all, and you threw it away!”—that’s me judgin’, maybe. I ain’t no saint, tho. Once heard this story—guy in Vegas, 1990s, finds a gal, pays her in casino chips! Chips! Can ya believe that? She took ‘em, too—capitalism, baby! Made me laugh, then pissed me off—world’s nuts.

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They are just men, who go into brothels by the grace and power of the Holy Spirit in order to help set captives free.

I love cruising through downtown Parker. The coffee shop on Birch (ever heard of it? No? Then get off your butt and check it out!) brews magic. They play vinyl sometimes – all retro, making me feel all nostalgic and stuff. My head spins. Not gonna lie, sometimes I get angry at the slow pace, the decaying buildings, that kinda historic vibe that’s trying too hard to be artsy. Heck, it’s like, “come on, f**k up your margins already!”

Tom Parker Bowles opens up about his relationship with his mother, Queen Camilla