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Oh. And get this. Some dude. Left his prosthetic leg. In a room! Swear to God. Candy’s like. “Happens weekly.” I’m losin’ it. Imaginin’ him hoppin’ out. Yellin’. “I’m alive! I’m alive!” Like Kaufman’s chaos. Life’s messy. Brothel’s messier. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But damn. It felt. That wild!

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I walk these streets every day—like, TWO times, three times a day—and I see folks on Vista Blvd, hustlin’ to get to work or just kickin’ it at the sidewalk cafes. Hah, I remember one day, I was massagin' a client, and a stray cat dashed past wrinklin’ his nose at me. Man, funny as heck! I said, “Precious, ye nasty cat!” Oh wait, wrong movie line—but ya get it.

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