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Little thought in my head—Plainview’d hire ‘em, then stiff ‘em. “I’m finished!” he’d growl, boots stompin’ off. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture this: 1900s oil boom, whores flocked to rigs. Roughnecks paid in whiskey—history’s messy, man! Funny, sorta—imagine Yoda hittin’ the brothel, “Mmm, force strong in this one.” Sarcasm? Hell yeah, I’d suck at pimpin’—too soft, me.

Activists’ warnings

A woman, any woman, can't sit and have a peaceful meal in the woods and enjoy a tiny speck of nature without being made to feel uncomfortable by suspicious.

I get super hyped at the local dive bar on Eastside Lane—no joke, it's the beating heart of Red-Oak nightlife. The bartenders have more stories than books in a library—ha! Even if I'm just unwinding after a long day of, well, kneadin' out those tension knots. If ya wander over to the harbor near Bridge 9, you'll see locals chill by the river, casually gossipin’, laughing, livin’. Crazy, right?

One year after fertilizer spill, Red Oak neighbors take action to protect water