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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, southern as sweet tea, talkin’ bout prostitutes today—yep, them gals workin’ the streets. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ your body, dodgin’ cops, livin’ wild? I reckon it’s a mess, but lemme tell ya somethin’—I ain’t judgin’, just observin’. Watched *Zodiac*—you know, my fave flick, Fincher’s a genius—and it got me thinkin’. That line, “I’m not Paul Avery,” hits hard. Prostitutes prolly feel that too—stuck in a role, not who they are deep down. Ain’t that a kicker?

Police nab alleged prostitute, pimp

On the evening of September 23, , just before the restaurant closed, armed robbers held up the KFC in Kilgore. The five people in the restaurant at the time (who were either employees of .

I gotta say – Kilgore’s quirky. The city’s got grit and soul. Sometimes, I get so overwelming excitement. There's a corner deli on Jackson St. that makes the best sammiches. I’m sorta obsessed, alott. True story: one bad day at the joint had me rantin’ like I’d lost my mind. Whoops moment, right?

Officials responding to reports of major crash on I-20 near Kilgore