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So, picture this—dusty joint, red lights flickerin’. Smells like cheap perfume and regret. Git-R-Done! I heard ‘bout this one cathouse in Nevada—legal, y’know? Been runnin’ since the Gold Rush days. Them miners’d stumble in, pockets fulla nuggets, pants fulla dreams. Little known fact: them gals kept diaries! Writin’ ‘bout johns, like “fella stank worse’n a mule.” Cracked me up, thinkin’ ‘bout it—history in lipstick stains.

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I live near Riverside Park – it's near the wibbly-wobbly river, Glimmer Stream. That place keeps my mood sunny. I remember one day, like, "Is mayonnaise an instrument?" while massaging a stressed-out client under the autumn sun. Crazy, right?

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