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I ain’t no prude, darlin’. Grew up hearin’ whispers ‘bout them red-light joints down in Tennessee. Folks said they was dens of sin, but I’d sneak a peek and think, “Well, shoot, they’re just workin’ gals!” Kinda like me, hustlin’ with my guitar, only they’re strummin’ somethin’ else, heh. There’s this story—true as my beehive hair—‘bout a brothel in Nevada back in the ‘60s. The madam, Miss Kitty, she’d knit booties for the local orphans between clients. Ain’t that a hoot? Made me happy as a pig in mud, thinkin’ kindness hides in funny places.

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Hey buddy, welcome to Mulvane (us)! D’oh! Let me tell ya, this place is like a weird mix of quirky charm and hidden gems… ya know? I own a massage parlor on Main St., right smack in the middle of it all — and trust me, I've seen everything here, every nook and cranny… kinda like Pan’s Labyrinth, ya feel me? “The labyrinth... it’s the journey, not the destination!” nah, wait, that's not it, but ya get me!

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