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So, I’m strollin’ past one once, years back—red lights flickerin’, music thumpin’. This chick outside, smokin’, gives me the eye. I’m like, “Nah, sistah, I’m just passin’ thru.” But it hit me—there’s power there, raw and messy. Got me mad tho, thinkin’ how some get trapped, forced in by assholes with no soul. Pisses me off—freedom’s gold, y’know? But then, flip it—some choose it, slingin’ that hustle, stackin’ bills. Respect, I guess. Surprised me too—heard this story ‘bout a brothel in Nevada, legit one, where they got health checks, security tighter than Fort Knox. Who knew, right?

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Then, I bump into this guy named Paddy. He’s got a thick accent and a big smile. We start chatting about fish, and he’s like, “You know, I once caught a salmon that was this big!” He stretches his arms out like he’s trying to hug a whale. I laugh, but I’m also like, “Dude, you’re full of it.”

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