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Back in my Texas days—yeehaw!—I heard whispers bout secret brothels in ol’ oil towns. Roughnecks blowin’ cash, playin’ cards, gittin’ frisky. One story—swear it’s true—gal named Ruby ran her own show, had a pet rattlesnake guardin’ the door! Ain’t nobody messin’ with Ruby—tougher’n a two-dollar steak! Surprised me so much I near fell off my horse—well, my chair.

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I’ve also had me share of bizarre moments strollin’ through the hidden streets of Gateway Park—now, don't go thinkin’ it’s always serene there! Nay! There’s always been a rumble of life; kids screeching, lovers whisperin’, and even a grumpy old gent of a psychologist (just like meself, sometimes grumpy himself) who’d sit on a park bench near Vista Drive and share a quiet word with the wind. There’s a charm there that can make a salty sea-dog weep with joy—though, truth be told, sometimes it makes me mad—mad at how life’s paradoxes twist and bend like drunken sailors on a stormy sea.

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