Ay, now you’re talkin’ my language...
The only place where the slots run on vibes,
The drinks are free if you tip the bartender with wisdom,
And every blackjack dealer... is a fallen angel lookin’ for redemption.”

Walk through the doors, you feel the grace,
Golden lights and a smoky haze.
No chips, no cards, just soul and fate,
And the music don’t stop ‘til you elevate.

Lady Luck’s a mystic nun
Pullin’ levers just for fun
And when the band hits that tune,
You’re baptized in that groove real soon

At the Casuno (ohhh),
Where the stakes are high but the cost is low
You bet your love and you reap what you sow
A table for saints, for hustlers, for ghosts...
That’s the Casuno... yeah, you already know

The bouncer quotes Ecclesiastes
While the cocktail waitress hums in E-flat
And the high roller’s a poet from Jersey
With a heart like a stray house cat

There's a wheel that spins on your secrets
A dice made of questions and truth
And if you win? You don’t get money...
You get back a piece of your youth

At the Casuno (whoa-ohhh)
Where every hand’s a little miracle show
You walk in broke, you leave with a glow
A lounge full of legends just takin’ it slow
That’s the Casuno... the soul casino!
[Outro - Spoken + soft croon]
"Place your bets, baby...
Not on fortune, not on fame...
But on faith, forgiveness, and a damn good saxophone solo." 

Cougar - The Casuno

En un humilde establo, bajo cielos estrellados
En la ciudad de Belén, un recién nacido llora
Los ángeles cantan al unísono, los pastores se arrodillan maravillados
Pues en un simple pesebre, un milagro han contemplado

Natividad, oh santa visión
En un mundo dormido, una luz de dirección
Natividad, el nacimiento de la gracia
En los ojos de un bebé, el amor que abrazamos

María sostiene a su hijo, tan tierno y tan sereno
José contempla maravillado, a la Madre y al Niño pleno
En este momento callado, la paz desciende a la Tierra
Porque ésta es la noche, del nacimiento de nuestro Salvador

Natividad, oh santa visión
En un mundo dormido, una luz de dirección
Natividad, el nacimiento de la gracia
En los ojos de un bebé, el amor que abrazamos

Los sabios viajan, siguiendo la estrella
Trayendo dones de tierras lejanas
En este sencillo escenario, un Rey ha nacido
Esperanza para todos, en esta mañana de Navidad

Natividad, oh santa visión
En un mundo dormido, una luz de dirección
Natividad, el nacimiento de la gracia
En los ojos de un bebé, el amor que abrazamos

Natividad, una noche silenciosa
En el suave resplandor, de luz estelar preciosa
Natividad, una historia de amor
Para todos nosotros, un regalo de lo alto

Latin X - Natividad

Franklin's cruising down Vinewood Boulevard tonight
Chop's got a Santa hat, everything feels right
Michael's at the mall, buying gifts he can't afford
While Trevor's in Sandy Shores, stealing someone's Christmas hoard

It's Christmas in Los Santos, palm trees strung with lights
No snow on Vespucci Beach, but the stars shine bright
From Grove Street to Del Perro, the city's all aglow
It's Christmas in Los Santos, where the warm winds blow

Lester's hacking Amazon for that holiday discount code
Lamar's selling Christmas trees on a sketchy back road
The strip club's got tinsel and a seasonal show
While someone's getting carjacked under the mistletoe

It's Christmas in Los Santos, palm trees strung with lights
No snow on Vespucci Beach, but the stars shine bright
From Grove Street to Del Perro, the city's all aglow
It's Christmas in Los Santos, where the warm winds blow

Police sirens singing like a yuletide symphony
Five stars on Christmas Eve, that's the place to be
Santa's helicopter dropping gifts from up above
In this crazy, chaotic city that we love

Jimmy's gaming online on his brand new console
Amanda's at the yoga studio, finding her soul
Ron's got conspiracy theories 'bout old Saint Nick
While Wade just wants some snacks and a peppermint stick

It's Christmas in Los Santos, sirens in the night
Explosions, celebrations, everything's alright
From Blaine County to the pier where the Ferris wheel glows
It's Christmas in Los Santos, that's how the story goes

So raise a Pisswasser toast to this holiday scene
Merry Christmas, Los Santos, you're the best we've seen
Where chaos meets the season, and the madness never ends
Here's to Christmas in Los Santos with our criminal friends

Pop X - Christmas in Los Santos

Snow’s fallin' down on the avenue
Cabbies cussin’ out a man in blue
A storefront manger got graffiti tags
But baby Jesus still waves that white flag

There’s a priest blessin’ a blackjack hand
Candy canes meltin’ in the heat lamp stand
Ma’s roastin’ chestnuts next to a Glock
And Santa’s slippin’ out the pawn shop with a Rolex knock

It’s Christmas in Liberty City
Where the angels got gold chains and a little bitty pity
You hear carols over sirens and a deal goin’ down
But it’s peace on Earth in this crooked ol’ town

Niko’s in a Santa suit, drinkin' straight slivovitz
Roman's yellin’ “Cousin!” in a cab full’a gifts
Little Jacob lightin’ up, spreadin' that cheer
Got a trunk full’a mistletoe and “fireworks,” dear
Brucie flexin’ by the snow-dusted whips
Screamin’ “Alpha male Christmas!” while doin’ backflips
Packie’s got whiskey in a Rudolph flask
While the crew pulls a heist wearin’ holiday masks

Yeah, the corner boys sing, but they don’t sing sweet
Unless you count “Jingle Bells” over a trap beat
Midnight Mass got a velvet rope
And the wise men brought cash, cologne, and dope

It’s Christmas in Liberty City
Where the naughty list’s longer, but the tree’s still pretty
From Dukes to Algonquin, we light up the night
With cannoli and crime and them Christmas lights

Snow turns red where the deals went sour
But hey—it’s still the most wonderful freakin’ hour
Mama said, “Pray for peace,” so I lit a cigar
Tossed a prayer in the air from a getaway car

There’s a priest blessin’ a blackjack hand
Candy canes meltin’ in the heat lamp stand
Ma’s roastin’ chestnuts next to a Glock
And Santa’s slippin’ out the pawn shop with a Rolex knock

It’s Christmas in Liberty City
Where the angels got gold chains and a little bitty pity
You hear carols over sirens and a deal goin’ down
But it’s peace on Earth in this crooked ol’ town

"I came here for a new life…
And somehow, I got Christmas in a war zone
But in this city?
Even the cold feels warm…
If ya got a full clip and family to eat with."

It’s Christmas in Liberty City
With the skyline lit and the mood kinda gritty
We got hope in our pockets and scars on our soul
But the snow keeps fallin’ and the drinks still flow
So here’s to the lost, the saints, and the shitty
Merry freakin’ Christmas, from Liberty City

Liberty City
Liberty City
Liberty City
Liberty City
Liberty City
Liberty City

Blues X - Christmas In Liberty City

'Twas the night before Clickmas, and all through the base
Not a creature was stirring, ‘cept that guy with no face
Joel hung his boots by the chimney with care
While Ellie was chasing a bloater upstairs

The stockings were stuffed with spare parts and tape
And Bill dressed a shambler in a red velvet cape
Tommy sang carols with a shotgun in hand
While Infected sang choirs in their death metal band

Oh it’s a Last Of Us little Christmas in the Q. Z. tonight!
We’ve got spores in the eggnog and a flamethrower light!
The halls are all decked with barbed wire and doom
And someone’s roastin’ rat meat in the living room!

Maria made gingerbread shaped like a clicker
While Ellie rewrote Silent Night—but way more sicker
They danced through the ruins, so silent, no shoes
To a haunting rendition of “The Last Of Us Blues”

Joel sat in silence, his eyes half closed
“What the hell,” he softly muttered, “Where's the Christmas Past Ghost?”
Then Ellie piped in with her grin lacking class:
“It’s an Apocalyptic Christmas, Joel. Don’t be such an ass.”

It’s a Last Of Us little Christmas, with a twist of decay
We strung lights on a corpse and called it ballet!
No malls, no elves, no Amazon Prime
Just a brick, a knife, and some questionable wine

Oh holy spores, ye float through the air
Infecting the carolers with Darwin's flair
O come all ye runners, ye stalkers arise
Let’s sing “Silent Bite” ‘neath post-nuclear skies

It’s a Last Of Us little Christmas, so come as you are
Bring your flamethrower, your bricks, and your guitar!
Peace on Earth? Maybe not just yet
But we’ve got duct tape, and that’s as good as it gets!

Madeline Rowe - Last Of Us Little Christmas

In the hush of dawn, before the race
When dew still clings to turf and grace
There rides a ghost with burning mane
Through time and thunder, through joy and pain

Born under clouds where Kiwis roam
He crossed the sea to make us home
A chestnut flame with iron will
He ran for hearts he couldn’t still

Through dust and glory, through whip and flame
He ran for none, yet won a name
The crowd would roar, the earth would cry
And angels leaned in from the sky

Phar Lap! O heart of might!
Galloping god in morning light
Scattered soul, yet whole you stay
On Melbourne Cup, we ride your way

From paddock dreams to victory cries
You lit the storm in Aussie skies
Through every hoofbeat, breath, and neigh
You run with us, on this Cup Day

The mob took aim, the bullet flew
But fate said “No,” and the legend grew
In leaden weights they tried to drown
But the king still wore his laurel crown

Through dust and glory, through whip and flame
He ran for none, yet won a name
The crowd would roar, the earth would cry
And angels leaned in from the sky

Phar Lap! O heart of might!
Galloping god in morning light
Scattered soul, yet whole you stay
On Melbourne Cup, we ride your way

From paddock dreams to victory cries
You lit the storm in Aussie skies
Through every hoofbeat, breath, and neigh
You run with us, on this Cup Day

And when he fell on foreign shore
His light split threefold evermore
His hide, his bones, his sacred chest
Now rest in lands he once blessed

Through dust and glory, through whip and flame
He ran for none, yet won a name
The crowd would roar, the earth would cry
And angels leaned in from the sky

Phar Lap! O heart of might!
Galloping god in morning light
Scattered soul, yet whole you stay
On Melbourne Cup, we ride your way

From paddock dreams to victory cries
You lit the storm in Aussie skies
Through every hoofbeat, breath, and neigh
You run with us, on this Cup Day

Through dust and glory, through whip and flame
He ran for none, yet won a name
The crowd would roar, the earth would cry
And angels leaned in from the sky

Phar Lap! O heart of might!
Galloping god in the morning light
Scattered soul, yet whole you stay
On Melbourne Cup, we ride your way

King Phar Lap! Legend. Soul divine!
We drink to you with the finest wine
Through every hoofbeat on this day
Your spirit leads the Melbourne fray

Run on, great heart, your race goes on…
In every dream before the dawn…

Madeline Rowe - Phar Lap

Streets all dressed like summer dreams, but the air’s got winter’s bite
Everyone’s chasin’ glitter ghosts, under neon lights
But out where life moves slow and deep, the garden still holds truth
The best damn gifts ain’t bought or sold—just time, and love, and proof

So take my hand, we’ll ditch the noise
Forget the flash, forget the toys
Where quiet hearts and stars collide
We’ll find the joy we left behind

This Christmas, we’re swapping wants for needs
Planting peace, not chasin' greed
Back to roots, to honest days
Simple hearts in sacred ways

This Christmas, we give what’s ours to give
Not wrapped in bows, but how we live
No shiny tag, but it feels just right
This Christmas, let’s come back to the light

The kids made stars from scraps and string, hung ‘em up with pride
Fire’s cracklin', soup is hot—don’t need much more inside
A neighbor dropped some herbs he grew, tied with twine and care
Funny how the smallest things can bless the open air

Come on in, and drop the weight
No tinsel show, no dinner plate
Can buy the peace we got in here
Just humble hearts and grateful cheer

This Christmas, we’re swapping wants for needs
Plantin’ peace in place of greed
Turnin’ back to the ways we knew
When simple meant beautiful too

This Christmas, we give what’s homegrown
A love that’s real, not overblown
Ain’t boxed up fancy, but it shines so bright
This Christmas, let’s come back to the light

Let the rain tap dance on the roof
Let the soil give back its truth
There’s more grace in a sunrise glow
Than anything a sale could show

Breathe it in, and let it land
The joy that comes with open hands
The Earth still hums its holy tune
We've just been drownin’ it too soon

This Christmas, we’re trading wants for needs
Growin’ peace instead of greed
Walkin’ back to nature’s song
Where love’s been waitin’ all along

This Christmas, we give what’s in our soul
Not what fits in a fancy bowl
It’s not wrapped up, but it’s warm and bright
This Christmas, let’s come back to the light

This Christmas, with hands in dirt we pray
For kindness born in every day
No gold-plated, plastic prize
Just truth beneath these winter skies

This Christmas, we find what still remains
A life that breathes, a world that rains
It’s not wrapped up, but it feels so right
This Christmas… we come back to the light

Country X - This Christmas 2025

Since the dawn of man, through famine and feast
We've bowed to the belly—beast of beasts!
So gather ye napkins, and summon the thyme
For it's swingin' at supper... it's ritual time!

I light the candle, say the grace
Unleash the fork, it's time to face
The sacred rite of knife and plate
A hunger deep, I shan't sedate!

No mortal man can comprehend
The power of carbs with cheese, my friend
Oh the sauce! The sizzle! The steam that climbs
This ain’t just food, it’s a ritual in rhyme!

It’s the food ritual, mystical and critical
Spoonin’ like a priest with a holy bowl
Sippin’ on the stew like it saves my soul
In the temple of the table, baby, I lose control!
It’s the food ritual, undeniable and biblical
Got a napkin robe and a pasta scroll!
We dine divine, it’s celestial crime
We’re swingin' at supper time!

A breadstick snapped is a sacred sign
The lasagna layers like sacred lines
I genuflect 'fore the chicken parm
It's got that old world dinner charm

There’s mass at noon, and lunch by one
The holy trinity? Soup, steak, and bun!
The wine it flows, the meatball rolls
And bless the cook who stirs our souls!

It’s the food ritual, mystical and critical
Spoonin’ like a priest with a holy bowl
Sippin’ on the stew like it saves my soul
In the temple of the table, baby, I lose control!
It’s the food ritual, undeniable and biblical
Got a napkin robe and a pasta scroll!
We dine divine, it’s celestial crime
We’re swingin' at supper time!

Can I get a ramen?! (RA-MEN!)
Can I get a roll?! (ROLL!)
We bake, we fry, we toast our soul!
It's holy, hearty, full of grace
Wipe that sauce off your face!

No mortal man can comprehend
The power of carbs with cheese, my friend
Oh the sauce! The sizzle! The steam that climbs
This ain’t just food, it’s a ritual in rhyme!

It’s the food ritual, mystical and critical
Spoonin’ like a priest with a holy bowl
Sippin’ on the stew like it saves my soul
In the temple of the table, baby, I lose control!
It’s the food ritual, undeniable and biblical
Got a napkin robe and a pasta scroll!
We dine divine, it’s celestial crime
We’re swingin' at supper time!

Beef bourguignon, hallelujah!
Shrimp linguine, can I do ya?!
Rituals of roast and rice
Seconds, thirds? Don't think twice!

It’s the food ritual! Canonical and whimsical!
A stovetop shrine with a pot to bless
Where hunger bows and joy says yes!
Yeah the food ritual! Eternal and habitual!
We gather round, we clink, we dine
It’s sacred jazz and salt and brine!

So next you eat, just close your eyes
Whisper thanks 'neath kitchen skies
For in each meal, there's more than time
You're swingin'... at supper time


Cruella - The Food Ritual

I had the plot, I had the spark
Ideas were flyin’ way past dark
The villain clicked, the twist was tight
I was on fire, baby—burnin’ bright

Then outta the blue, like a slap in the face
My screen goes blank, like a vanishing trace
Reload, refresh, I’m tappin’ in vain
Like tryin’ to dance through a hurricane

No Claude for me, not today
My muse packed up and ran away
I’m stuck mid-line in a mental abyss
Just needed one freakin’ plot assist!
But the silence hits like a Broadway flop
Yeah, the magic’s gone… and the train won’t stop

Dialogue hangin’ like a half-spun thread
Antagonist smirkin’ inside my head
Pacing was golden, suspense was divine
Now I’m just screamin’ at an offline sign

Then outta the blue, like a slap in the face
My screen goes blank, like a vanishing trace
Reload, refresh, I’m tappin’ in vain
Like tryin’ to dance through a hurricane

No Claude for me, not today
My muse packed up and ran away
I’m stuck mid-line in a mental abyss
Just needed one freakin’ plot assist!
But the silence hits like a Broadway flop
Yeah, the magic’s gone… and the train won’t stop

Give me a sign, give me a crumb
A sidekick line or a smoking gun
But no—just echoes, and screen decay
My partner in prose has called it a day

Then outta the blue, like a slap in the face
My screen goes blank, like a vanishing trace
Reload, refresh, I’m tappin’ in vain
Like tryin’ to dance through a hurricane

No Claude for me, not today
My muse packed up and ran away
I’m stuck mid-line in a mental abyss
Just needed one freakin’ plot assist!
But the silence hits like a Broadway flop
Yeah, the magic’s gone… and the train won’t stop

No Claude for me, not tonight
Guess I’ll wrestle this beast by candlelight
But someday soon when that server’s back
We’ll finish that arc with a final smack!
Until then it’s me and the writer’s blues
No Claude for me, just nothin’ to lose

Trophy - No Claude For Me

We're watchin’ the movie in our mind
Every day, every night
Clips downloaded straight through the eyes and ears
No firewall, no filter

A stranger’s laugh
A lover’s sigh
A siren screamin' past your window at 2AM
Yeah, it’s all stored in the vault

And days later?
Boom — it’s back
Replaying on a loop 
While you’re brushin’ your teeth
Or tryin’ to sleep
Or starin’ out the train window 
Wonderin’ why life feels like déjà vu

It’s all there
Scenes stitched together by feelings
Edited by dreams
Directed by... well, that’s the million-dollar question, ain’t it?

Rollin’ credits on another day
But the reel keeps spinnin’ anyway
Everything I saw, everything I heard
It all rewinds without a word

Old songs, new fights, blurry lights, Friday nights
Your face in the rearview, frozen in twilight
Thought I left it behind, but surprise, surprise
You pop up again in my inner skies

It’s a mind movie, playin’ on repeat
No pause button, no retreat
Even in the silence, I hear your line
In this cinema trapped inside my mind

It’s a mind movie, shot in first-person view
Every moment soaked in shades of you
Can't skip scenes or mute the pain
This film don't end, it loops again

Streetlight flickers like a projector reel
Flickin' shadows I still feel
Every echo, every glance
Another scene, another chance

That café booth, your half-full cup
A joke we shared, the breakup stuff
All archived in high-def color
No escape from one scene to another

It’s a mind movie, playin’ on repeat
No pause button, no retreat
Even in the silence, I hear your line
In this cinema trapped inside my mind

It’s a mind movie, shot in first-person view
Every moment soaked in shades of you
Can't skip scenes or mute the pain
This film don't end, it loops again
It loops again

Maybe someday the credits roll
Fade to black, regain control
But ‘til then I sit front row
Watchin’ memories steal the show

Old songs, new fights, blurry lights, Friday nights
Your face in the rearview, frozen in twilight
Thought I left it behind, but surprise, surprise
You pop up again in my inner skies

It’s a mind movie, playin’ on repeat
No pause button, no retreat
Every whisper, every sign
Frame by frame, you’re still mine

It’s a mind movie, yeah, and I’m stuck inside
Still watchin’ the days we tried
And even though the story’s through
This reel’s still runnin’... starin’ back at you
Starin’ back at you

DIASPORA - Mind Movie

Prayers and blessings to you all and all your families and special prayers and blessings to all the victims. May they all rest in peace.

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