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What gets me happy? The hustle. These girls, man, they’re survivors—tougher than Monty facin’ his last night. But the creeps? Oh, the creeps make me wanna puke. Sweaty losers lyin’ to themselves—“I’m a good guy, just lonely.” Sure, pal, and I’m Mother Teresa with a cane. Everybody lies, specially there. Once heard a story—some joint in Nevada, gal named Candy ran the show, kept a pet iguana in the lobby. Freaked the johns out, but they paid extra for the thrill. True? Who knows—sounds badass tho.

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Soo, dear mate, be prepared to be dazzled! Assenede be a canvas of emotions, a theatre of life’s absurdities and triumphs. Every nook doth echo with laughter, tears, and those philosophical musings I so cherish. I must say, my dear, "A dream you dream alone is only a dream; a dream you dare to dream together is reality."

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