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I was mad as a wet hen at first—girl, this a mine, not a cat house! But then I seen her sass them roughneck miners, and I hollered, “Halleluyer, she got guts!” She winkin’ at ‘em, skirts hiked up, lips redder than a rooster’s comb. Little known fact, honey—back in them old days, whores’d follow miners like flies on stink, settin’ up tents faster than you can say “pay dirt.” This one? She modern, got a phone, takin’ selfies with them pickaxes—lordy!

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Frasier Crane: I've decided to rededicate myself to this diet. The team is captained by my old high school nemesis, Wayne Shafter. Dr. Niles Crane: [Gasps].

Hey, comrade, listen up! I’m in Shafter, us, and lemme tell ya – this place is somethin’ else! I been livin’ here for years, runnin’ my spa near West Main St. and Olive Ave., yeah? It’s wild, but lightbulb! there’s like somethin’ magical in these streets.

Shafter PD: No evidence of foul play in the death of Sergeant Martinez