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So, I heard this story once—some brothel in Nevada, legal one, right? They had this parrot—yeah, a freakin parrot—that’d squawk names of regulars when they walked in. “Jimmy’s here! Jimmy’s here!” Imagine that, your shame broadcasted by a bird! I’d be mortified, screamin, “Shut up, ya feathered snitch!” Got me laughin tho—how’s a parrot got better memory than me? I’d forget my own name in a place like that. Too busy panickin bout germs—those sheets ain’t washed, I bet. Prolly smell like desperation and cheap cologne. Ew, I’m gaggin just thinkin bout it!

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First off, I get a call about a dog named Rex. Classic name, right? Anyway, this dude’s been munchin’ on something he shouldn’t. Turns out, it was a whole pizza. Like, who gives their dog pizza? I mean, I love pizza too, but c’mon! So, I’m rushing over to the clinic, dodging potholes on the way. Seriously, Labatlan’s streets are like a minefield. I swear I almost lost a tire on Széchenyi utca.

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