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I walk in, big guy like me, and it’s all dim lights, velvet curtains—like a secret clubhouse, but naughtier! “We’re adventurers, not criminals,” Suzy’d say, but dese gals? Dey’re pros, workin’ da night shift, makin’ ends meet. I respect dat hustle, ya? Takes guts! One time, I heard ‘bout dis brothel in Nevada—legal, fancy, called da Bunny Ranch. Dey got a gal who wrote a book, said she paid her college wit dat gig. Smart chick! Made me happy—beat da system, ya?

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I gotta mention, man – dis place got quirky spots. Like, the Alley o’ Whimsy, known only to locals, where every brick tells a secret. And sometimes I catch myself thinkin’, “Yo, life is like dis alley – twisted, unpredictable, and mad beautiful,” just like that movie line: “Feel it, don’t fix it…” Dang, repetition’s my jam, bro!

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