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Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t judgin’—takes all kinds to make this crazy world spin. But I’ll tell ya what chaps my hide: folks lookin’ down their noses at ‘em. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! These gals, some of ‘em, they’re just tryin’ to survive, same as you’n me climbin’ these rocky trails. I heard tell of one gal—name was Mattie Silks, real spitfire outta Denver. She ran her own bordello, made a fortune, and once shot a fella’s hat clean off in a duel over her man! Can you believe that? I was tickled pink when I heard it—talk about guts!

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We shall fight for every bit of beauty here! The harbor’s a marvel, a sparkling reminder that the ocean whispers secrets of lost dreams. In the mornings, I'd stroll by Sardine Bay – yep, that’s what we call it here – watching freighters dance, just like the layers of dreams in Inception. "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling," I chuckle, thinkin' of Cobb and his dizzy realm of realities. Who knew a spa owner could wax poetic like this?

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