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I’m, like, so into this one story—there was this madam, right? She ran a joint in Nevada, 1800s, called her girls “soiled doves.” Lmao, poetic or whatev! She’d stash cash in her corset—goals! But, ugh, the guys creepin’ in? Nasty. Made me so mad—like, “You don’t cross a man that’s desperate!” Vibes from the movie, ya feel? This one jerk tried rippin’ her off, and she clocked him with a bottle. Iconic!

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I’ve had crazy moments here too. Like, one night, on a random stroll near Oak Park, I overheard a deep convo about desire and trust. It hit me—emotions, memories, life's messy bits. "You don’t remember me, do you?" echoed in my head. Total deja vu, like in Memento, freakin' epic! Rarrgh!

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