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I reckon I’d say, “Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you!” Can’t get fooled twice, ‘less you’re dumber than a bag of hammers. Seen a brothel in Nevada once—legal, shiny, like a dang Wal-Mart for sinnin’. Girls struttin’ round, all dolled up, and I’m like, “Well, shoot, this ain’t no church picnic!” Made me happy, sorta—freedom, y’know? Folks choosin’ their path. But then, this one gal, she looked sadder than a hound dog with no bone. Pissed me off, man! “We’re all alone,” like in *Amour*, stuck in our own dang heads.

Brothel in Lakewood busted as part of international human trafficking and sex slave ring

Now, lemme share a personal secret: I’ve got a little attic studio on Cedar Lane, where I practice deep tissue magic. Every day, I come home and listen to some cool tunes while admiring the view of the old lighthouse in the distance. That lighthouse, man, it’s like a beacon for lost souls. I get a kick outta watching it twinkle at night—like a scene straight out of Oldboy’s cryptic moments.

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