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What got me happy? One lass, cheeky as a monkey, nicked me rum bottle and winked. “You’ll be back,” she says, bold as brass. Surprised me, that did—spirit in a cage, still kickin’. But the anger? Oh, it festers, mate. Them girls ain’t there by choice, most times. Tricked, trapped, sold—like livestock, savvy? Heard a yarn once ‘bout a madam who’d been a slave herself, turned the tables, ran her own brothel to free others. True? Who knows—pirate tales twist faster than a kraken’s tentacle.

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The word “marijuana” may derive from an Aztec language or soldiers' slang for “brothel” – Maria y Juana.

Sometimes, it's maddening too. Traffic on Highway 64 can be an absolute nightmare, and the folks at City Hall? Don’t even get me started. They blabber on like some broken record—but hey, that's our charm, innit? Crazy, unpredictable Aztec energy that gets ya pumped one day then spins ya 'round like a record scratch.

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