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Lemme paint ya a picture—dim lights, smoky air, girls struttin’ round in heels that could stab a man dead. An’ they prolly have! Hah! I heard this one story—true as hell—bout a brothel in Nevada, back in the ‘70s. Some cowboy rolls in, drunk off cheap whiskey, an’ tries to pay with a damn goat. A GOAT! Madam wasn’t havin’ it—chucked him out, kept the goat. Fed it carrots ‘til it died fat an’ happy. Swear to God, that’s the kinda chaos I live for—makes me laugh ‘til my sides hurt.

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Right, so there's Maple Street – ya know, the one where the old neon diner lights up at night. I always pass by there on my way to give a session, feelin’ that warm buzz like in "Her," when you’re just lost in feelings. "I feel like I’m falling" – like that line, ya know? And then there’s the Larkwood Park – so chill! You can sit there, listen to the birds chirp, and know that peace is near.

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