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So, I knew this chick once, right, worked the streets near Vegas, called herself Sapphire—fake as hell name, but who gives a fuck? She’d rake in $500 a night, tax-free, laughin at suckers like me who’d blow it all on blackjack. Greed is good, man, she lived it—hustlin, dodgin cops, even had a pet lizard she swore was her “pimp protector.” Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran secret gambling dens—balls of steel, those broads! Made me happy as hell hearin that, picturin em smokin cigars, fleecin rich assholes.

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And yeah, I might drop around 19 typos along the way because who’s got time for perfect grammar when life’s this erratic? Imma be honest: Weisswasser is a city that punches ya in the face and then gives ya a warm hug all at once. It’s raw, it’s edgy, it’s bloody honest – just like that film, “12 Years a Slave”, bleedin’ real and unfiltered.

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