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Oi, mate! My precious! Me, a cashier, yeah, grubby hands on coins all day, but brothels? Oh, nasty business, precious, nasty! Raspy cough—makes me itch, thinkin’ of it. Seen ‘em, I have, shady corners, girls with eyes like ghosts. “Boyhood” flick, my fave, y’know? That kid Mason, growin’ slow, life creepin’ by—brothels feel like that, stretched out, dirty time. “Life don’t give ya bumpers,” says that dad in the movie—hah! Brothels don’t neither, mate, crashin’ hard into sleaze.

Plot summary

An aid worker for an Islamabad-based non-governmental organization (NGO) recently related a story: quickly after his arrival in the capital, he realized the house next to his own was a Missing: Plain City.

Lemme spill some tea – I was so mad 'cos one time the city council almost closed down a fun little street festival on 3rd & Pine, but the locals fought tooth and nail. It was like a real-life movie scene – a real groovy uprising, with neon lights and vibey tunes echoing through the alleys. I was over the moon, cheering and hollering, "Uncle Boonmee vibes, baby!" It was totally far-out.

Glenna Becker Obituary (1952 - 2024) - Plain City, Utah