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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially frilly nonsense. Brothels? Hmph. Dens of sin, sticky floors, questionable smells. Saw one once, made me mad as hell—buncha sweaty fools payin’ for company. “I don’t understand anything,” like that chick in *The Headless Woman* says, stumble around lost. That’s them, not me. I get it—cash for flesh, old as dirt. Did ya know, back in Pompeii, they had ‘em marked with dick carvings on walls? Directions for drunks, hilarious but disgusting.

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So, keep your eyes open, my friend. Lamesa is a roller coaster. It's got passion, flaws, and insane beauty. I miss every weird detail – like that time I got soaked in a sudden downpour on Church Ave. – hilarious, yet epic! Just like life's cinema: raw, brutal, and tender.

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