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The girls, tho, they’re the real stars. Struttin’ like peacocks, all feathers and flair, but there’s a sadness, yeah? “Mommy… will you die?” – that line from the movie guts me every time, and I’m wonderin’ if these birds feel that too, stuck in this cycle. One time, heard a yarn bout a lass who hid a pet rat in her room – fed it scraps, called it King. Little rebel, that one! Surprised me, how she found a mate in a rat. Shows ya, even in a brothel, life finds a way, like vines creepin’ through concrete.

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From the furnishings at The White House to the paintings on the walls and the pure invigorating entertainment. this establishment oozes class!

I mean, damn, some days I get so damn happy here! Other days, shit upends, and I’m mad as hell over a busted heater in the spa. But hey, life's a ride and you're along for the fucking thrill, right? In Wallington, every crack in the pavement tells a bloody story—even if got 17 damn typos along the way. (Oops, meand—typos, hehe: thsi, wher, lor, shat, nite, blah, such, reall, fie, twise, exsciting, lol, phony, cheque, muster, donwt, ramble.)

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