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Ain’t my scene, tho—too chaotic, too raw. “The bomb’s still tickin’,” like Bigelow’s flick, tension thick, y’know? Walked past one in Amsterdam, smelled weed and desperation, nearly puked. Funny tho, this dude outside, yellin’ bout “best deal in town,” I’m like, bruh, you sound like a used car salesman! Sleazy vibes, but real talk—some cats need that escape. Me? I’m good, fam—I’m Kanye, I got beats, not brothels. Still, “you gotta defuse it,” right? Life’s crazy, brothels just part of the mess—ain’t judgin’, just observin’. Peace!

Proposed brothel ban unjust, won't end 'exploitation': Greer

Mary helped her by getting Greer's husband out of prison so she could raise the baby. Greer never wanted to raise her child in a brothel as a.

Now, belive me, I’m a little busy sometimes, so lemme rant: Traffic on Normal Ave can get crazy! Ugh, makes me mad, but lemme be honest: it adds character!! LOL, that's what she said! And the sidewalks? Honestly, sometimes they feel like life's unexpected turns. Bits of corn mumbling to me like, "this too shall pass." Crazy, right?!

Obituary for Everett Greer, Jr.