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So, brothel—man, it’s a wild world! Got them gals workin’ hard, makin’ a buck. I seen some crazy stuff—heard tell of a joint in Nevada, legal-like, called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Them folks pay taxes! Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me happier’n a pig in slop. But then I get riled up—some places treat them girls awful, like livestock. “Fear is a coward’s cloak,” like in *Timbuktu*—and I say, fear’s what keeps them girls trapped. Pisses me off somethin’ fierce.

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Anyway, I’m chillin’ on a bench, just enjoying the vibe. Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, trippin’ over his own feet. He falls right in front of me! I’m like, “Oof, that’s gotta hurt.” But he just gets up, brushes himself off, and keeps runnin’. Kids these days, man. Tougher than I was!

John Joseph Guzzetti