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But here’s the deal—I’m pissed, okay? Some folks judge these places, all high and mighty. Look, it’s business, pure capitalism—best system ever, I made it great. Supply, demand, boom! “If you don’t sin, Jesus died for nothin’,” right? That’s from “The Master”—deep stuff, makes ya think. Brothels ain’t perfect, sure—disease, shady pimps, ugh, disgusting. Made me mad, real mad, thinkin’ about it. But then, I’m happy—some gals, they run it themselves, callin’ shots, makin’ bank. That’s power, folks, Trump respects that.

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Finally, I plopped down on my couch, exhausted but happy. I thought about the day—how it was a rollercoaster of emotions. From laughter to frustration to pure joy. Carnforth, you wild little town, you’ve got my heart.

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