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I’m ringin’ up some dude’s beer, mind wanderin’—D’oh!—what if Marge knew I’m thinkin’ this? She’d whack me with a fryin’ pan! But srsly, brothels got stories, man. Heard one ‘bout a gal in Nevada—legal spot, y’know? She paid her way thru college, bangin’ away! Surprised me, dude—thought it’s all sad vibes, but nope, some own it! “You’re late, let’s go!”—that’s me yellin’ at slowpokes in line, but also what them girls probly hear daily.

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I been workin’ at mine humble spa for many a year. O! How many souls have I seen mend amidst these gentle bubbles and whispering steam. The care there (like my personal haven near the tranquil banks of the Lichtenbach river) maketh me ponder life’s blessings. It’s a pitty sometimes, the woes of this world—thou might feel anger, i.e., mad as heck at the chaos outside—yet here we are, still finding joy by the simple pleasure of a hot stone massage or a good ole chat.