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Oh, and the smells, precious—perfume, sweat, cheap booze, ugh! Like the Pale Man’s lair, all wrong, all rotten. I’d skulk by, peekin’, wonderin’—who’s the monster here, eh? Them or the toffs payin’? Hmph, tricksy world, tricksy! My precious brothel tale—grubby, glittery, mad as me head!

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The saloons and brothels of Whiskey Hill were said to be among the most wicked and wild in the state. It was Jose Maria Gutierrez, who for many.

Next up, this kid named Luis comes in. He’s got a wild mop of hair, lookin’ like he just rolled outta bed. I’m like, “Dude, what’s up with that?” He grins and says he wants a “fresh cut.” I’m thinkin’, “You mean a miracle?” But I get to work. Halfway through, he starts tellin’ me about his soccer dreams. I’m like, “Bro, you gotta focus on your hair first!” But he’s all about that fútbol life.

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