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But then – get this – some crazy history! In old Nevada, brothels had menus. Menus! Like, “Gimme the special, hold the clap!” Hilarious, right? Cracked me up, thinkin’ of ‘em orderin’ like it’s the Krusty Krab! I’m picturin’ it now, me flippin’ tables, goin’, “Who’s cookin’ this mess?!” Oh, and once, this madam – true story – she hid a gangster’s loot in her brothel’s walls. Cops tore it up, found zilch – she’d moved it! Sneaky, I love it! Made me grin like a jellyfish on a joyride.

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After that chaos, we decide to hit up the park near de Veldweg. It’s a nice spot, you know? Green grass, trees everywhere. Perfect for chilling. We’re just hanging out, when I see this little kid flying a kite. It’s all colorful and stuff, and I’m like, “Man, I wish I could be that carefree.” But then, the wind picks up, and the kite goes straight into a tree! The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “Oh no, not the kite!”

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