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Now, me, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my evil coffee, thinkin’ – what’s the deal with these joints? Makes me happy, sorta, ‘cause it’s chaos I ain’t controllin’. But pissed too – the hypocrisy! Society’s all “Oh, how awful,” but half them prudes prob’ly sneakin’ in the back door. Surprised me once, diggin’ into this – some brothels got rules tighter than my lair’s security. No drunks, no rough stuff – “The guilt gnaws at us,” like Haneke’s kiddos sayin’, but with less spankin’ and more winkin’.

Monday, April 7

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But then, just as I’m about to sneak out for a coffee break, I get a call from a client. This guy, let’s call him Mr. Grumpy, is losing his mind over some investment. He’s yelling, and I’m just sitting there, trying to calm him down. “Dude, chill! It’s just the market!” But he’s not having it. I mean, it’s Cannons-Creek, not Wall Street!

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