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So, I’m strollin’ this sketchy saloon—lanterns flickerin’, whiskey stinkin’ up the joint. Miners all rowdy, cards flyin’. Then I see her—red dress, lips like sin, leanin’ on the bar. A pro, obvi. I’m like, “Edna, no capes, no complications!” but damn, she’s got that vibe. I ain’t judgin’—girl’s gotta eat, right? Mining towns ain’t kind to nobody. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes ran their own damn empires—owned land, flipped gold nuggets like bosses. She’s probly one of ‘em, I bet.

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Early Tuesday morning, Phoenix police and federal authorities seized and shut down the property, claiming it had been a den of drug dealing and prostitution.

I’ve often sat, all rapt, musing about how my spaa, my very soul’s work, fits into this grand tapestry of history and modern life. You might ask, “But Boris, why the odd musings?” and I say, “Quid pro quo, my friend—this place makes me sing its praises in a cacophony of oddball words and fleeting thoughts!” It’s as if every alley whispers snippets of film dialogues, fragments of Amélie herself: “Les temps sont durs,” but oh, how beautiful they are!

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