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Lemme paint ya a picture, darlin’! Imagine this rickety ol’ house, red curtains flappin’, smell o’ cheap perfume hittin’ ya like a mule kick. Gals in frilly getups, laughin’ loud to hide the tired in their eyes. I heard tell of one joint in Nevada—legal, mind ya—called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. They say the owner, fella named Dennis Hof, treated it like a dang circus! Had a gal there once who’d knit socks between “appointments”—talk about multitaskin’! Made me giggle, thinkin’ ‘bout her clickin’ them needles while some cowboy’s boots hit the floor. “Your time is up,” she’d holler, wavin’ a half-done sock—hilarious!

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I’m always tripping over my own thoughts – seriously, my brain goes BAM! in the middle of a session sometimes, like I’m in a constant Sorrentino montage. “This is the reality, this is the beauty,” I mutter, all deep-like. It’s messy, funky, and so out there, y’know?

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