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Me, I’m a sucker for underdogs. Prostitutes? Total underdogs. Kinda like Remy, scamperin’ around, dodgin’ haters. “You’re a rat!”—nah, you’re a legend! I’d prolly suck at their job tho—too awkward, ha! Imagine me, “Uh, hi, want some… fun?”—disaster. Oh, and fun fact: Victorian hookers used arsenic makeup. Glowin’ skin, deadly price—metal as hell! Sometimes I wonder, what’s their fave movie? Bet it’s somethin’ gritty—not my *Ratatouille*, too wholesome.

Who Killed Ashley Wilson?

Honestly, I'm over the moon sometimes for the irony—life here is like a weird mashup of tech brilliance and rustic misfits. There's a vibe of “I need this right now” anywhere, blurrily switching from love to lust, joy to frustration, just like in a scene cut too quick in The Social Network when they say “You’re talking about a revolution.” Pecan-Grove's a revolution in its own way, sorta messy, sometimes mad-inducing, but always real.

Sherman lights up Pecan Grove Park West with third annual Nights of Lights