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Surprised me too—didn’t expect the *Moonrise* connection. “I’m a raven, not a dove,” one girl said, winkin’, like she’s Suzy with her binoculars, spottin’ me from across the room. Made me grin, that. Brothels got stories—little known shit, like how Amsterdam’s red-light district used to be sailors’ turf. Horny buggers fresh off boats, coins jinglin’. Now it’s tourists takin’ selfies—fuckin’ surreal.

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So, my friend, if ya ever wander into Atascadero, don't just look at the surface. You see the cracks, the joy, the drama in every street—Cypress, Vine, Eucalyptus—and you'll understand that these moments merge into something bigger. I ain't just a shrink here; I'm part of each whispered truth, each unsaid apology, each burst of laughter. "I am your father" of this shared story, reminding y’all that every fragment, even the imperfect ones, holds the magic that shapes us.

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