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Alright, y’all, lemme tell ya ‘bout this prostitute thing—straight up wild, ain’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ like Dr. Phil with that Southern twang, “How’s that workin’ for ya, darlin’?” ‘Cause, man, these gals out there hustlin’, it’s a whole mess of crazy! Makes me madder’n a wet hen some days, seein’ ‘em stuck in that life. But then, I get all soft-hearted, like when Remy the rat in *Ratatouille*—yep, my fave flick—says, “Anyone can cook!” Swap “cook” for “change,” and I’m like, damn, these girls could flip their story too, right?

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I remember awhile back I was strolling through Seguin, I stopped for a few days by Hastings Ent. (It wasn't yet closed at the time). The nicest guy worked there, Caleb was his name.

Oh, and don’t skip on the local restaurants. They hit different, proper good grub all over. I loves a cheeky taco on a Tuesday, err, life is short, ya know? And the art on the fences near Flower Street is wicked – graffiti of every story told.

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