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Favorite flick, *Finding Nemo*—fits perfect, don’t it? That scene where Nemo’s dad’s all panicked—me when I flubbed a sign once. “Where’s my fin?!” I yelled, laughin’ like a nutter. Prostitute’s life’s like that ocean—deep, messy, full of sharks. Bet she’s got stories wilder than mine—shootouts, vodka binges, the lot. Oh, and fun fact—RSL’s got no “the,” so signin’ “the prostitute” is a nightmare. Gotta improvise, mate, like I do with gadgets.

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Avenue F developed a bad reputation in Robstown. Trespassers, two and three at a time, could be seen by frustrated neighbors climbing in through.

Oh, and lemme tell ya – the local diner on 3rd is a gem. Its neon sign buzzes like a mad beat, and the coffee? Bloody stellar, if you haven't got taste, you're just a numb noodle. Sometimes I get so lost in this city that I forget about my apps and just absorb the chaos – a living testament to violence and tenderness in every crack of this worn-out pavement.

Proposal to reduce Robstown trash pickup to once a week with an increase in taxes