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But—hold up—it ain’t all roses. Volatility’s a bitch. One day it’s up 10%, next it’s crashin’ like a drunk hooker—sorry, prostitute! Haha, see what I did there? Sarcasm’s my jam. Anyway, gotta watch it close, ‘cause it’ll screw ya if you blink. I’m thinkin’, “Is this a goldmine or a dumpster fire?” Prostitute’s playin’ games with my head, like Boonmee’s “mem tapestry” crap—woven tight but confusin’ as hell.

Four arrested in Twentynine Palms undercover prostitution bust

Twentynine Palms community outraged over potential placement of sexual predator.

The local river? Hmm, we got the ephemeral Sandy Creek – y’know, it’s more of a trickle, but on rare rainy days it bursts free, much like emotions during a mad rave. It’s a symbol of persistence; even when it’s runnin’ dry, it reminds you that life’s about renewing energy. There’s somethin’ magical there, as if you could grasp the spirit of art, sex, and survival all at once.

Marine Corps investigates nearly fatal injury during exercise at Twentynine Palms