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I seen one once—well, heard ‘bout it, down in N’awlins. Old creaky house, red curtains, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Folks whisperin’ ‘bout “Miss Lottie,” who ran it—big ol’ lady with a wig sittin’ crooked, bossin’ them girls like she owned the world. Halleluyer! Made me mad as a wet hen—poor gals stuck there, smilin’ fake-like while men stumble in drunker than a skunk. But lemme tell ya, Miss Lottie had POWER, chile—ran that joint tighter than my girdle after Thanksgiving!

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Anyway, I’m buzzing, ready to promote some local events. I hit up the beach first. The waves are crashing, and I’m thinking, “This is the life!” But then, bam! I see this dude trying to set up a beach volleyball game. He’s got like, five people, and I’m like, “C’mon, man, you need at least six!” So, I jump in, right?

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