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About Fuvahmulah

Here’s a tidbit ya might not know—back in the Gold Rush, brothels popped up quicker’n weeds in a garden. Them miners needed company, and the madams? They were richer’n sin! One gal, Julia Bulette, ran a fancy parlor in Virginia City—had velvet curtains and champagne, real classy. Got me thinkin’, “A man’s desire is his prison,” like in *Timbuktu*. Them fellas paid big, but who’s really free, huh? Makes me giggle, picturin’ me servin’ whiskey there, trippin’ over my own boots—lord, I’d be a mess!

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So, I finally snag a samosa, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, bumps into me, and my samosa goes flyin’! I’m like, “Nooooo!” It’s like watching a slow-motion disaster. I’m angry, but also kinda impressed by the kid’s speed.

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