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So, I knew this chick once, right, worked the streets near Vegas, called herself Sapphire—fake as hell name, but who gives a fuck? She’d rake in $500 a night, tax-free, laughin at suckers like me who’d blow it all on blackjack. Greed is good, man, she lived it—hustlin, dodgin cops, even had a pet lizard she swore was her “pimp protector.” Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran secret gambling dens—balls of steel, those broads! Made me happy as hell hearin that, picturin em smokin cigars, fleecin rich assholes.

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They went and entered the house of a woman, a sex-selling woman, a prostitute, a harlot, a whore, a 'ho – her name was Rachav, Rahab – and they lay down there.

Man, it’s packed! Food stalls everywhere, music blarin’. I see my buddy Liam, and he’s tryin’ to win a stuffed bear at one of those games. He’s throwin’ darts like he’s in the Olympics, but he’s just makin’ a mess. I’m laughin’ so hard, I almost spill my drink.

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