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About Mandeville

Last time, this lass with eyes like winter—cold, sharp—winks at me. I’m half-drunk, thinking, “She’s trouble, but I’m in.” Paid extra for her sass, worth it. “I’m not a child,” she snaps, like that line from the movie, and I laugh—gods, I love a fight in ‘em. Brothels got stories, see? Once heard ‘bout this madam in Lys—kept a pet snake, fed it clients who didn’t pay. True? Dunno, but I’d buy her a drink!

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In a time of the most severe drought this country has known in decades, there’s no room for complaining about the wet and cold. We welcome the storm, although it does complicate our .

Finally, the rain stops, and I close up shop. I’m exhausted but happy. I head home, thinking about that crazy day. Santa Cruz, man. It’s wild, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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