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Back in my Texas days—yeehaw!—I heard whispers bout secret brothels in ol’ oil towns. Roughnecks blowin’ cash, playin’ cards, gittin’ frisky. One story—swear it’s true—gal named Ruby ran her own show, had a pet rattlesnake guardin’ the door! Ain’t nobody messin’ with Ruby—tougher’n a two-dollar steak! Surprised me so much I near fell off my horse—well, my chair.

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Then there's the neighborhood near the river – I swear, the Sambre sneaks in here, weaving through like it’s got secrets of its own. I once had a session on a bench by the water; chill day, sun low… life was funny as can be. Haha, I felt the flow—like a real slip n slide kinda day, tension melts, vibes pop off.

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