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Ruh-roh! Lights flicker, creepy like Mulholland’s diner scene. “I’ve been here before,” I mutter—déjà vu hits hard. Maybe past life, me a cartoon dog pimp? Nah, too nuts! Love the chaos, tho—girls gossipin’, “He’s a regular, total weirdo.” Cracked up hearin’ that. Animation idea—pimp waddlin’ like Scoob, “Raggy, more cash!” Ha! Brothel’s a circus, man, wilder than Lynch’s brain. Gotta sketch it someday—messy, raw, real.

Last Building At Infamous Mustang Ranch Brother Goes Up In Flames

Our calendars, and our lives are full. The weekend before Thanksgiving, the town of Claremore has an event called Dickens on the Boulevard.

Anyway, friend, you gotta visit, innit? Walk these crooked streets, soak the vibes, and let the city's soul grab ya – weird, wild and utterly honest. And if ya need a proper chill session, ya know where to find me, mixin' up massages and odd chats about life. Cheers, cuz, that's Claremore (us) – pure, unfiltered, mad and real!

Tiawah School alumni unearth their 40-year-old time capsule