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I ain’t judgin’, tho—live how you live. Me, I’d prolly just chat ‘em up, hear their tales. One time, heard ‘bout this madam who kept a pet pig in her parlor. A friggin’ pig! Named it Duke, fed it whiskey. Cracked me up, imaginin’ that hog stumblin’ round horny fools. “It’s not proper,” like Cathy’d say, but who cares? That’s brothel life—raw, weird, loud.

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Yeh, and I gotta mention West End. It’s a real mix of characters—hipsters, old timers, and that one guy who always wears mismatched socks (lol, yeah, you gotta see it). I've seen tears and laughter, and even when I get pissed off by some local bureaucracy (ugh, so annoying sometimes!), I know I can count on friends here, sharin’ life like that insane movie quote “You’re the only one that matters.” Even if it’s a bit wonky.

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