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Favorite flick’s “Inside Out,” so I’m seein it—Disgust strollin through, wrinklin her nose at the sweaty johns, like, “Eww, you nasty!” And Fear’s shakin, goin, “What if we get caught?!” Brothels got stories, man—like in Nevada, legal ones got rules tighter than a nun’s ass. Girls get checked, taxes paid, but still, some shady motherfucker’s sneakin round, fuckin it up for everybody. Surprised me when I heard bout this one spot—dude walked in, paid with a goat! A fuckin goat! I’m dyin laughin, like, “What the hell?!”

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I have discovered that even the women people call “trashy whores” are in a true sense the really authentic high-class courtesans.

Finally, I head home, exhausted but happy. I plop down on my couch, and my cat, Munchkin, jumps on my lap. She’s purring, and I’m like, “You’re the best, Munchkin.” I start thinking about my day. The pigeon poop, the kid chasing butterflies, the old lady with her plant wisdom. It’s all a bit crazy, but that’s life in Olaine, right? Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos.

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