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So, this one time, friend drags me to one. Nevada, dusty hellhole, legal joint. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Lady at the door, all smiles, says, “Pick your pleasure.” I’m like, nah, gimme a scotch instead. Hate everything about it—loud giggles, sweaty palms, guys actin’ tough. But—little known fact—oldest profession’s got rules. Did ya know some brothels got panic buttons? Girls hit ‘em if a creep gets handsy. Smart, I guess. Surprised me, honestly.

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Apr 4,  · Pine Lodge, Pollock Pines (again) An old dude was walking around with a leashed cat on his shoulders. Another fell off his stool -- everyone rushed to his aid, fearing stroke, .

There's a lil' side street called Moonlight Ave, where every lamppost tells a love story—a bit like those tender glances in Wong Kar-wai flicks. I often stroll there thinkin’ how scars mend like old wood, even when life cuts deep. Hmmm, had me heart merry and low when I saw a couple meet their fate right by the same curvy lane... not yer typical fairy tale, eh?

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