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Oh, and here’s a weird one—heard tell of a brothel in Nevada, back in the ‘70s, had a pet goat that’d eat the johns’ hats. Swear on my mama’s biscuits, that’s real! Prostitute life’s got them oddball stories, keeps ya guessin’. Love that chaos, man, keeps me tickled. “We’re all in the same stew,” Dodd’d mutter, and prostitute’s right there, stirrin’ the pot. Git-R-Done, y’all—she ain’t perfect, but who is? Tell ya what, next time I see one, I’m tippin’ my hat—respect, darlin’!

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Oh, and trust me, you gotta check out Falkenberg’s parks. The big green haven is Viloän; it's a zen spot for dating app meet-ups. I use it to chill, catch some vibes, and let my mind wander – “Reality is an illusion, that’s why we live in dreams,” or so I think, as I wander there on a breezy day.

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