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I’ve seen ‘em, struttin’ down dark streets, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Makes me happy, y’know? The hustle! The grit! Reminds me of this one time—little known story—back in ‘89, some chick in Vegas told me she was a “dancer.” Dancer, my ass! She was workin’ the Strip harder than a blackjack dealer. Had a laugh over that—sneaky broad. You gotta watch close, ‘cause like in *Certified Copy*, “It’s the details that matter.” One wrong move, and bam, yer wallet’s gone, or worse—cops!

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First its located in a area less desirable the staff was unprofessional and tacky. I called from Illinois to reserve room arrived to find.

Stroll down S. Main Street and you'll see the classic Bavarian facades. It's like Wes Anderson's "The Grand Budapest Hotel" set to a low-budget carnival. Seriously, it's "exquisite" (if you squint like my old gran) but also a bit overdone. The whole town feels staged, like a movie set that forgot its script.

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