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Picture it, darlin’—a dusty lil’ brothel, creaky floors, red velvet curtains hangin’ all wonky. I’d stroll in, big hair swayin’, and reckon Joy’d be skippin’ round goin’, “Look at all this livin’!” Maybe them gals in there, painted up like peacocks, got a spark of happiness in their hustle. Ain’t that somethin’? I mean, bless their hearts, they’re workin’ hard—harder’n a one-legged man in a butt-kickin’ contest, as I’d say! Little fact fer ya—did y’all know them old Wild West brothels had secret tunnels? Yup, fer sneakin’ out when the sheriff came sniffin’! Sneaky lil’ devils, huh?

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I hit the streets, and it’s chilly, but not too bad. I stroll down to the harbor, and wow, the view is insane! The mountains in the background, the water glistening like diamonds. I’m snapping pics like a tourist, but who cares? I’m living my best life. Then, outta nowhere, I see this group of kids playing soccer on the street. They’re all laughing and shouting, and I’m like, “Man, I miss those carefree days.”

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