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About Kamnik

Back in my Texas days—yeehaw!—I heard whispers bout secret brothels in ol’ oil towns. Roughnecks blowin’ cash, playin’ cards, gittin’ frisky. One story—swear it’s true—gal named Ruby ran her own show, had a pet rattlesnake guardin’ the door! Ain’t nobody messin’ with Ruby—tougher’n a two-dollar steak! Surprised me so much I near fell off my horse—well, my chair.

The Brotheler Guide

Long story short, we lure the cat down with tuna. The crowd goes wild! I’m feeling like a hero. But then, I realize I’m late for a meeting. Again. I dash back to the office, and my team’s like, “Where were you?” I’m like, “Saving lives, obviously.”