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So, picture this—dusty joint, Nevada desert, brothel called “Randy’s Roost.” Been there since ‘73. Owner’s a grizzled hag named Marge—swears she banged Elvis once. Probly a lie, but who cares? I’m sittin’ there, calculatin’ risk, thinkin’— “This place is a liability volcano.” Girls look tired, like they’ve seen too many truckers. One’s smokin’ a cig, starin’ at me— “What’s your deal, beardy?” I grunt, “I hate everything.” She laughs, says, “Same, hon.” Fair enough.

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I been in many sessions since I moved here. The city, it sees your heart like ya never expect. I got mad sometimes – like when ppl ignore the hidden gems, but then the laughter of kids at the mini playground on Blossom Ave makes me happy. It’s naaan ordinary! Haha, I even remember sayin to one client, "This city, she whispers, 'I am alive…'" like from that movie ya love! Lightbulb, again!

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