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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially this damn topic—findin’ a prostitute. Makes my skin crawl, but here we go. Picture this: dark alley, smells like piss, some dame in fishnets leanin’ on a wall. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*—that scene where Aldo Raine says, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business.” Except here, it’s me, in the “avoidin’ hookers business.” Hate it. Hate the neon lights flashin’—red, blue, screamin’ sex for sale. Makes me wanna carve my initials in somethin’, like Hans Landa with his damn knife.

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craigslist recently took down their prostitute page but you can usually still find them under different categories. they might've more hidden though. you could always just go to vegas and do it Missing: Cleburne.

The parks? Man, they’re fresh spots. I chill sometimes in Henderson Park. Trees and benches – perfect for clearin’ the head after a long day. Then there’s Cleburne State Park – nature’s hug, gettin’ wild near the Cedar Fork River. I once had a client cry ‘bout the stream’s beauty – tears, man, just like one of those movie moments. Crazy, huh?

Family friends speak out after 18-year-old Cleburne woman was shot and killed, suspect arrested