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But lemme tell ya, some shit pisses me off. The way folks judge ‘em, callin’ it dirty, like they ain’t got their own skeletons. “What’s true for you,” like Sarah Polley says in *Stories We Tell*, “is what you make it.” Ain’t that the truth? These women, they’re craftin’ their own damn tale, and I respect that hustle. Surprised me too—did ya know back in the 1800s, madams ran whole towns? Like, in Deadwood, this chick Al Swearengen—yeah, a woman—owned a brothel so badass she basically bankrolled the place. Power, man, straight up power.

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The compadritos took the Tango back to the Corrales Viejos—the slaughterhouse district of Buenos Aires—and introduced it in various low-life establishments.

I doth confess, it isn’t always rose petals and sweet aromas. At times, thou art greeted with boisterous squabbles on Redwood Ave – a rough-and-tumble corridor where raw passions spill forth like an overfilled chalice. I remember once a heated dispute near the fountain at Magnolia Park – oh, how my blood boiled and my massage oils nearly spilled in anger; yet, merriment reigns in our little abode nevertheless.

Sidley Represents Clearlake Capital in Its US$7.7 Billion Acquisition of Dun & Bradstreet