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I reckon—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—it’s all a show. Glitz outside, grit inside. Saw this joint once, all red lights and velvet. Looked glam, but smelled like cheap booze and regret. “The past never lets go,” like the movie says. Them girls prolly got pasts chasin’ ‘em too. Breaks my heart, hon! But—ha!—some are total bosses. Heard of this gal in Nevada, runs her own spot, legal-like. Total queen, rakin’ it in! Surprised me, for sure—thought it’d all be sleazy pimps.

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So there ya go, buddy. Mazamet in all its messy, magical glory – not perfect, erratic, and always strangely moving like a cosmic opera. You're gonna love it. Peace out and catch ya soon!

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