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Ooh, and the vibes? Total *Great Beauty* moment—“The train has left, it’s over.” You walk in, all jazzed, thinkin’ you’re king, but nah, it’s a parade of ghosts, all dolled up. I’d prob’ly trip over a stiletto, mutterin’ “Mama mia, what a dump!” Quirky thought in my head? Bet Jep’d charm the pants off everyone there—literaly—then write a sad poem about it. Exaggeratin’ for fun, I’d say brothels got chandeliers made of broken dreams. Ha! Too much?

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Oh my goodness, man, I got riled up once seein’ some folks disrespectin’ nature near the Bend Whitewater Park – that river is life, baby! Halleluyer! And I exploded – I yelled out, "Show some dang respect! This river knows more love than you ever will, am I right?" Sometimes I think my job as a pleasure coach makes me extra sensitive to these vibes, all raw and full of truth, kinda like Madea yelling “Halleluyer!” at your foolishness.

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