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Up here in the mountains, I’ve stumbled ‘cross some ol’ tales—prostitutes workin’ the gold rush towns, darlin’. Back in the 1800s, them boomtowns like Deadwood or Cripple Creek? Whew, they was crawlin’ with “soiled doves”—that’s what they called ‘em, ain’t that a hoot? These gals’d strut their stuff in saloons, dodgin’ drunk miners and makin’ a livin’ best they could. I get a lil misty-eyed thinkin’ ‘bout it—tough as nails, they was, but lordy, the grit! Kinda like Penny Lane in *Almost Famous*, y’know? “We are not groupies—we’re Band Aids!” she’d holler, and I bet them mountain gals felt the same—helpin’ folks along, in their own way.

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Man, then there’s the Hobe Sound National Wildlife Refuge. Proper nature, breathtaking scenes, ducks fly, I swear. I once got lost on one of those trails – left my laptop at work, but hey, it’s all part of the adventure. I’m thinkin’ like Remy from Ratatouille: "He’s a big, big cook! Such flavor!" – and you feel that spark, know what I mean?

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