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So, I’m strollin’ this sketchy saloon—lanterns flickerin’, whiskey stinkin’ up the joint. Miners all rowdy, cards flyin’. Then I see her—red dress, lips like sin, leanin’ on the bar. A pro, obvi. I’m like, “Edna, no capes, no complications!” but damn, she’s got that vibe. I ain’t judgin’—girl’s gotta eat, right? Mining towns ain’t kind to nobody. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes ran their own damn empires—owned land, flipped gold nuggets like bosses. She’s probly one of ‘em, I bet.

Then, I head out to King’s Boulevard. It’s this cool pedestrian street, all lined with shops and restaurants. I’m feeling peckish, so I grab a bite at this place called Dishoom. It’s Indian food, and let me tell ya, it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I order a lamb biryani, and it’s so good, I almost start crying. I mean, who knew rice could make you feel this way?

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