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Little thought in my head—Plainview’d hire ‘em, then stiff ‘em. “I’m finished!” he’d growl, boots stompin’ off. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture this: 1900s oil boom, whores flocked to rigs. Roughnecks paid in whiskey—history’s messy, man! Funny, sorta—imagine Yoda hittin’ the brothel, “Mmm, force strong in this one.” Sarcasm? Hell yeah, I’d suck at pimpin’—too soft, me.

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So, I’m walking, feeling all good, when I bump into this group of tourists. They’re lost, looking for the Sandacho Castle. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just up the hill!” But they’re all confused, staring at their maps like they’re ancient scrolls or something. I try to help, but they just keep asking about the best sushi spots. I’m like, “You’re in Sandacho! Just eat everything!”