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Now, me, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ whiskey, thinkin’—brothels ain’t just sex dens. Nah, they’re messy lil’ worlds. Got stories—like this one chick in Nevada, 1950s, saved up her “earnings” and bought a ranch. A RANCH, y’all! From bedsheets to cattle, that’s wild. Surprised me, for real. Shows ya, even in the grit, folks dream big. Reminds me of that line, “You get to exhale now, Theo.” Ain’t that the truth? Some of ‘em exhale, finally free.

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Finally, I get to the lumberyard, and guess what? They’re outta the good stuff too! I mean, what’s goin’ on? Is there a secret wood party I wasn’t invited to? I was about to lose it. But then, I spot this beautiful piece of oak in the corner. It was like it was callin’ my name. I practically sprinted over, and the guy behind the counter was like, “You sure you can handle that?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m a carpenter. Watch me work!”

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