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Brothel’s a stage, mate—violence brewin’ under the giggles. Like the flick, “No one’s gonna hurt you,” they coo, but ye feel the edge. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! But I’d wager me compass—that don’t point north—that half these blokes’d slit a throat fer a discount. Humor in it? Aye, one time this drunk sod fell off the bed mid-deed—lass charged him double fer the comedy! Sarcasm’s me blade, so I say: “Oh, fine establishment, this—where dignity goes to drown!”

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Now, don’t get me wrong, this town can piss me off. I mean, try running a spa where folks half-forget to book an appointment and then waltz in at the last minute – bloomin’ chaos! But that’s life here – unpredictability is part of the landscape. One minute, you’re sipping cheap coffee at Millers’ Diner on 5th Ave (yeah, that one on the corner by the old train tracks), and the next, a frantic call jolts you home. It drives me bonkers sometimes – yeah, I'm that grateful, specially when people act like a foot in a wrong shoe.

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