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What’s wild? Song’s prolly got layers – sex, shame, cash, all tangled up. Reminds me of Bigelow’s war junkies, chasin’ that high. I’d blast this at 3 a.m., screamin’, “It’s showtime!” to freak out the neighbors. Haha, imagine their faces – priceless! Oh, and the drums? Bet they slap hard, like boots stompin’ pavement – makes ya wanna move, even if it’s sketchy as hell.

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Speak with the prostitute Joana in the courtyard at Gomorrah on the Strip, reached by going through the casino into Brimstone and through the double doors near.

Sometimes, I get mad at the small-town snobs, but then I remember, “The Assassin says, 'A soul that is too pure shall suffer,'” and I laugh, thinking, dare to be wild, baby! The local park near Lindenweg? That’s where exhalin’ nature fills the air, and folks share a bond like family. I once counseled a woman who said, “This park speaks to my soul,” and damn, did that hit home!

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