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But let’s be real—shit gets dark too. Some joints? Straight-up cages. Girls trapped, no way out, pimps actin’ like gods. Makes my blood boil, man. Wanna storm in, Morgan Freeman style, narratin’ their doom: “And so, the wicked fell.” Ha! Bet they’d scatter like roaches. Still, can’t ignore the flip—some choose it, own it, flip the script. That’s the rub, ain’t it? Freedom or chains, all under one roof.

Transactions of the American Philological Association

Abstract. This paper discusses words notoriously coined to convey the "dark pleasures" of Tiberius Caesar in his last years on Capri ( C.E.).

Then there's a chill spot by the creek near 16th Ave N; I used to hang there, musing over the mysterious ways bodies and souls connect, tossin' out my theories like confetti at a parade. Oh man, that creek, its water’s so damn clear it almost shames you for your murky thoughts.

Man dead after colliding with light pole in Champlin