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Now, I ain’t no prude—fool me once, shame on ya, fool me twice, well, I ain’t gettin’ fooled again! Brothels piss me off sometimes, tho—guys actin’ like kings, treatin’ gals like dirt. Makes my blood boil, y’know? But then, I see them workers, tough as nails, runnin’ the show, and I’m like, “Hell yeah, that’s the spirit!” Kinda like when Leo’s tossin’ cash off that yacht—pure, unfiltered guts.

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Amazing, huge spring that comes from the mouth of a cave. The cave is locked and a large penalty exists for entering. The spring has fishing. There is a great park and hiking at the www.facebook.comg: brothel Cave.

Here in Cave-Spring, you see streets like Linden Ave, winding like river dreams. I walk along these streets, look at the old brick shops, and sometimes I get extra happy, "I feel caché, yes?" Just like movie Caché, where mystery tiptoes like a silent shadow! I can literally hear, "What you want?" echoing in my head on quiet nights.

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