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Favorite thing? The slang whores invented—ever hear “claptrap”? Old-school for STDs, ‘cause it’d “clap” ya ass shut. Hella dark, hella funny. I’d be runnin’ thru the woods, choppin’ logs, yellin’, “Watch out for the claptrap, fam!” Shit’s wild. Oh, and—personal quirk—I’d totally ask a whore for life advice. Bet she’d say some shit like Wanda: “You’re a funny kind of saint.” Deep, yo. Exaggeratin’ for drama? Picture me, Lumberjack, in a bar, screamin’, “WHORE’S THE REAL MVP!” while Ida’s playin’ in the background, silent as fuck.

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Miss Laura’s was on what was known as “The Row” in Fort Smith, an infamous red-light district. It was one of the most celebrated bordellos in the Southwest, and her ladies were known as the .

Man, this city, it’s like a stage set. Streets twist and turn. There's York Avenue, real bustling kinda vibe, and Arkansas Avenue... heck, both are kinda epic. I've walked these roads a billion times. The rivers, oh, the Poteau River just cuts through the city like a scar – it reminds me of those chilling moments in The White Ribbon, where secrets hide behind every ripple. “Silence is the only real friend.” Yeah, that line always gets me.

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