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Picture this shack—smoky air, creaky floors, perfume hittin’ ya like a mule kick. Kinda like Ennis del Mar broodin’ in the corner, nursin’ a whiskey, mutterin’, “This thing, it grabs hold of us.” ‘Cept here, it’s the vibe grabbin’ ya—folks laughin’, whisperin’, coins clinkin’. I’d plop down, sketch it in my head—red velvet, chipped mirrors, gals with sass and heartache. One time, heard a yarn ‘bout a brothel in Nevada—legal joint, right?—where a cowboy proposed to a gal mid-session. She said no, kept his hat tho—savage!

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But then, the power went out. Yup, just my luck. I’m in a dark room with a bunch of kids. I’m like, “Okay, time for some improv!” So, I started making shadow puppets with my hands. The kids loved it! They were giggling and shouting, “Do the dog! Do the cat!” I was like, “I’m not a circus performer, but okay!”

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