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What pisses me off? The owner, this greasy dude, actin’ all high and mighty. “Oh, we’re legit!” Screw you, pal! I’m pokin’ around, findin’ condoms in the trash—hundreds, man, hundreds! Makes me gag, but I’m laughin’ too, ‘cause it’s so nasty it’s funny. “The power of Christ compels you!” I shout, like I’m in *Melancholia*, facin’ the freakin’ endtimes. This place is a disaster waitin’ to happen—fire hazard, STD central, you name it.

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Oh man, where do I even start in Uvalde, y'know? This place is a wild mix of charm and crazy twists! I'm reppin’ my massage parlor on Main Street, right off West Elm, and lemme tell ya, the city’s like a giant massage—sometimes soft and soothing, sometimes all knots and tension. Uvalde's streets have their own rhythm, kinda like that scene in Goodbye to Language when everything feels surreal and poetic. I’m talkin’ “It's like we are in a language of light, man!” – deep Daddy Godard vibes, ya know?

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