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Now, lemme spill some tea—did ya know, back in the ‘80s, some Vegas gals banked six figures? True story! Tax-free, ‘course—IRS ain’t knockin’ on no brothel door. I was tickled pink thinkin’ bout it, ‘cause I’m sittin’ here with my piggy bank, and they’re stackin’ bills like hotcakes at a church supper. But here’s the kicker—most of ‘em blew it faster’n you can say “9 to 5.” No savings, no nothin’—just glitter and regret.

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My life’s work in the realm of relaxation hath taught me to notice the smallest details—the scent of fresh pine in the morning, the gentle murmur of passersby, and even the subtle notes of urban discontent. Each day in Rotkreuz is a veritable tapestry of emotions woven with threads of delight, sorrow, and cheeky irreverence. Truly, “our stories are like the spaces between the notes,” as Polley so sagely put it—a sentiment that doth ring true with mine own experiences here.

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