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“Goodbye to Language,” that flick—fuck, it’s my jam. Godard’s throwin’ chaos at ya, no rules, just raw shit. Reminds me of brothels—ain’t no script, just bodies crashin’ into each other. Like he says, “Not a just image—just an image.” That’s it, man, brothels ain’t justice, they’re just there, messy and real. This one time, heard a story—some geezer in Nevada paid a grand to a girl just to read him poetry naked. Poetry! In a brothel! Laughed my ass off, but kinda sweet, innit? Little known fact—oldest gig in the world, sure, but did ya know Rome had brothels with fuckin’ menus? Like, “two coppers for this, five for that”—proper fast food fuckin’.

Welcome to Gibtown, the last 'freakshow' town in America

Grady Stiles was known as a lobster boy his fingers were fused together so they looked like claws and his legs looked almost like flippers.

Spurin, flippin', bumblin' – that’s Gibsonton. It’s messy, unpredictable, and so darn real that sometimes my psychologist brain explodes with thoughts about how families and communities shape us. And yo, I can't help but laugh at all the little slip-ups along the way (oh man, did I just drop another one?).

FDOT officials study busy stretch of Gibsonton Drive in Riverview