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About Carolina

So, picture this—dusty joint, red lights flickerin’. Smells like cheap perfume and regret. Git-R-Done! I heard ‘bout this one cathouse in Nevada—legal, y’know? Been runnin’ since the Gold Rush days. Them miners’d stumble in, pockets fulla nuggets, pants fulla dreams. Little known fact: them gals kept diaries! Writin’ ‘bout johns, like “fella stank worse’n a mule.” Cracked me up, thinkin’ ‘bout it—history in lipstick stains.

False promises

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After that, I finally made it to the office. I’m all flustered, and my boss, Mr. Rodriguez, is like, “You’re late!” I’m like, “Dude, I just had a mud bath!” He didn’t find it funny. Whatever. I sat down, opened my laptop, and started crunching numbers. You know, the usual actuary stuff. But my mind was still on that puddle.

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