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So, I’m picturin’ it – girls laughin’. Fake, tho. Gotta be. Dudes stumblin’ in – half drunk. Smell’a cheap whiskey – hits ya hard. I read once – some old cathouse in Nevada. Had a secret tunnel – for politicians! Sneaky rats. Escapin’ out back – “I abandon my child!” – yellin’ it in their heads, prolly. Cowards. Makes me mad – them hidin’. Actin’ holy later.

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The Guyana Geology and Mines Commission (GGMC) razed two brothels run by a Venezuelan lady convicted of human trafficking recently.

The vibe here ain't all sunshine though. I've had days when the frost bites and the wind howls like it's got beef. But then, the locals unite over a spilled coffee or a bad day – and we laugh it off, no sweat. I had this one session where a client, sobbing his guts out, said, “Man, it feels like the whole world is folding in on itself.” And I replied, “Bro, chill. You’re here in Cordova.” Chill? Nah, it's a wild ride.

Nick Cordova's family pushing for answers five years later