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Best part? Findin’ one who’d play along. Told this one, Mara, to act like she’s sneakin’ me outta some fancy hotel. “The keys, sir!” she’d giggle, like we’re in *Budapest*, dodgin’ guards. Made it fun, y’know? Till she stole my ring. Little thief—shoulda gutted her, but I was too drunk, laughin’. “Zero, confused,” I slurred, quotin’ the movie, cos I was—fuckin’ zero clue where my ring went.

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Rooms are too dark. Good ventilation and comfy beds. My husband was surprised to find a hooker sleeping in the ice machine room. Started noticing more in.

My spa sits near Magnolia Ave, a quirky street that’s got art fuzzy art around every corner, not to mention a couple of vintage barber shops and neon diners that remind me of old Hollywood glitz (so dreamy, right?). The locals here? They’re one-of-a-kind. I once spilled essential oils all over, and a customer just said, “Honey, life’s a tumble – so laugh your way through it!” It hit me, like a flash of genius.

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