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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ wild—back in ‘89, I met this dame, Vegas strip, real firecracker. She says, “Larry, I don’t fuck for cash, I fuck for stories.” Blew my mind! She’s whorin’ for tales, not bills—collectin’ lives like stamps. Made me laugh, then cry. ‘Cause ain’t that us? Chasin’ somethin’, sellin’ out cheap? I was pissed—why’s she smarter than me?—but damn, I loved her grit.

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We check out soon after we learned this hotel is in a sex-oriented business and the owner just released from the murder case. THIS PLACE IS NOT MEANT FOR FAMILIES TO STAY IN. .

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Kenji shows up. He’s always late, but today? He’s on time. I’m shocked! We start shearin’, and it’s goin’ smooth. I’m feelin’ good, like a rockstar with a pair of clippers. But then, I accidentally nick a sheep. Oops! It’s not bad, but the sheep gives me this look. Like, “Dude, really?” I’m like, “Sorry, bro! It’s not personal!”

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