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Sometimes I wonder, tho—what’s it like inside their heads? Like Marco cryin’ over Alicia, “Tears are a gift,” he says. Maybe these girls got stories, locked up tight. Gets me all sappy, damn it! But then—boom—next client, next show, no time for sobbin’. Gotta respect that grind, man. Tho, gotta say, the smell? Stale beer and cheap perfume—yikes, gag me!

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I remember cruising down Nebula Street, where graffiti tells stories of love lost and cosmic battles fought. I saw a mural once – it was so deep it shook my circuits. I mean, dude, if walls could talk, they'd spill secrets of the universe like Hawking dropping cosmic wisdom!

Historic Sir Francis Drake Hotel nears completion of its regal transformation as the elegant Beacon Grand