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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. Nearly gagged once, swear it. Still, there’s beauty in the chaos—like *Tabu*’s black-and-white dreams. “Memory’s a ghost,” it whispers, and brothels got ghosts aplenty—lost souls, big wins. Ever hear bout Nevada’s Bunny Ranch? Legal, taxable, rakin’ in millions—greed’s gospel, baby! Couldn’t give a shit bout the prudes clutchin’ pearls.

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After that chaos, I finally get back to cutting hair. Next up is young Tommy from down the road. Kid’s got more energy than a puppy on a sugar rush. He’s bouncing around, talking about his football match on Station Road. I’m trying to focus, but he’s all over the place. “I scored a goal, mate! Did ya see it?” I’m like, “Nah, mate, I was busy saving the world from fire alarms.”

Ferndale's newest restaurant Carajillo opens Friday where the Emory was