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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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So, I’m at the Tateyama Station, right? It’s like the hub of everything. I grab my coffee from this tiny shop on Kurobe Street. Best coffee ever, but the barista? Total grump. I mean, c’mon dude, it’s morning! Smile a little! Anyway, I’m hyped, ready to hit the trails.

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