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And the smells – ugh, sweat and cheap perfume, like Stan’s mom’s cooking. Hella funny tho, these dudes payin’ top dollar to feel like a man for 10 minutes. Lame! I’d be all, “I’m the boss here, bitches!” – struttin’ around like I own the joint. Oh, and get this – some brothels had pet parrots back in the day, squawkin’ dirty words at customers. True story! Cracked me up, imaginin’ that chaos.

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From the furnishings at The White House to the paintings on the walls and the pure invigorating entertainment. this establishment oozes class!

I mean, damn, some days I get so damn happy here! Other days, shit upends, and I’m mad as hell over a busted heater in the spa. But hey, life's a ride and you're along for the fucking thrill, right? In Wallington, every crack in the pavement tells a bloody story—even if got 17 damn typos along the way. (Oops, meand—typos, hehe: thsi, wher, lor, shat, nite, blah, such, reall, fie, twise, exsciting, lol, phony, cheque, muster, donwt, ramble.)

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