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I’m imaginin’ this joint—smoky, loud, smells like cheap whiskey and cheaper perfume. Guys stumblin’ in, thinkin’ they’re kings—ha! Fools, every one. “We resist,” them gals might whisper, like in the movie, but who hears? Not me, I’m just ramblin’. Ever hear ‘bout that brothel in Nevada? Legal, taxable—blows my mind! Uncle Sam takin’ a cut from the horizontal hustle, heh, strategery at its finest.

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and it’s this dude on a bike, totally wiping out. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s kinda funny, right? But then I see he’s hurt, and my laughter dies. I rush over, and he’s like, “I’m fine, I’m fine!” But his knee is bleeding like crazy. Dude, you’re not fine!