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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. Nearly gagged once, swear it. Still, there’s beauty in the chaos—like *Tabu*’s black-and-white dreams. “Memory’s a ghost,” it whispers, and brothels got ghosts aplenty—lost souls, big wins. Ever hear bout Nevada’s Bunny Ranch? Legal, taxable, rakin’ in millions—greed’s gospel, baby! Couldn’t give a shit bout the prudes clutchin’ pearls.

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This Motel 6 was horrifying. We turned down the blankets to discover dirty panties in the bed, and there was wadded up toilet paper strewn about one side of.

I also adore the parks. Have you strolled through East Park? No? Dude, it's unreal. With tree-lined paths and a lil' creek cuttin' through it, it's perfect for those late-night soul searches. I used to run covertly (like, actual spy levels, man) through its winding trails after long coding sessions. Sometimes I'd mutter, "This is it ... this is the bomb, baby!" even quoting big movie lines, haha.

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