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Favorite bit? This one madam in Nevada—legal brothel, mind you—she’s all “I run this like a spaceship,” keeps it clean, girls safe, no bullshit. Made me happy, yo, ‘cause it ain’t all grim. But the stink? Ew, some places reek—sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. “I don’t wanna know your name,” Jesse’d say, dodging the feels. Me? I’d say, “Bro, sanitize that crap!”

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So, I’m trying to clean up, and I bump into this old lady on Rue de la Paix. She’s got this fierce look, like she’s seen it all. She starts lecturing me about respect and honor. I’m standing there, coffee-stained and all, thinking, “Lady, I’m a warrior, not a knight in shining armor!” But I just nod and smile. Can’t argue with wisdom, right?

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