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But ugh, the hypocrisy—gets me steamed! These high-and-mighty types judgin, then sneakin in the back door. “I’ve made a terrible mistake,” Royal’d say, and I’m like—yep, that’s every john caught with his pants down! Surprised me once, readin bout this brothel in Nevada—still legal there, can ya believe? They got tax filings cleaner than my grandma’s church bingo. Who knew hookers could be so legit? I’m over here gigglin—imagine me, Marilyn, totterin in on heels, tryna balance their books. “Let’s not get caught with our pants down,” I’d purr, all sultry-like.

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I mean, look at the Riverflow by Eastside. The water's got a pulse. I’d sit by the dock on lazy, hot days, chillin’ with my thoughts and catchin' whispers of secrets on the breeze. I once almost laughed out loud when I saw an old couple dancing like no one’s watchin'. “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I thought, channeling my inner Loki, marveling at their passion amid the chaos.

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