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I’m all hyped now, bouncin’ off the walls! But—uh oh—sad thought. Some gals don’t wanna be there, forced into it. Makes me wanna cry, like when SpongeBob eats all the patties. “We failed this city!”—oops, wrong thing again. “It’s a hard truth to face,” that’s it! Gotta help ‘em, ya know? Maybe I’ll start a starfish charity—Patrick to the rescue! Ehehe, imagine me in a cape—fat chance!

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Rooms are too dark. Good ventilation and comfy beds. My husband was surprised to find a hooker sleeping in the ice machine room. Started noticing more in.

My spa sits near Magnolia Ave, a quirky street that’s got art fuzzy art around every corner, not to mention a couple of vintage barber shops and neon diners that remind me of old Hollywood glitz (so dreamy, right?). The locals here? They’re one-of-a-kind. I once spilled essential oils all over, and a customer just said, “Honey, life’s a tumble – so laugh your way through it!” It hit me, like a flash of genius.

Harrah’s Hoosier Park to host Derby Day festivities