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Oh, and the smells—stale beer, sweat, somethin’ fruity—fuckin’ wild mix. Godard’s line, “The limit of language is despair”—brothels got that vibe, words fail, it’s all grunts and moans. Ever hear ‘bout that brothel in Thailand with a secret tunnel? Smugglin’ girls in—dark shit, mate, but clever. Me head’s spinnin’ thinkin’ bout it—exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like a goddamn movie. So yeah, brothels—dirty, loud, sad, fuckin’ hilarious sometimes. What ya think, eh?

The three-way competition for the weirdest Florida story ever.

The heart of Tamarac beats near Cypress Park. There’s a vibe of unity and tension too. I recall distinct memories here. I’ve sat with folks, listened, and understood family feuds unfolding like scenes from a movie. “We must face the truth!” It stings and shapes my work, so you can bet my heart beats faster in such moments.

Broward deputies face discipline after Tamarac triple homicide