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But then—bam!—this copper strolls by, and I’m sweatin’ like, “Am I busted?” Nah, he winks—knows the game. Reminds me of that *A.I.* line: “The flesh fair’s comin’!”—like society’s always ready to judge, but secretly loves the thrill. Groovy hypocrisy, innit?

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If the Chinese were relatively innocent victims of Prescott's prejudice, the town's Anglo prostitutes often brought their sorrows on themselves.

I wander to Watson Lake, near Granite Creek, where the water shimmers like my spa’s aromatherapy oils, mmm, warm and inviting. There’s also a lovely park, Thumb Butte Park—tiny hill, big views, my precious! Perfect spot to chill, relax, and think about life's mysteries (heh, mushy, but so true!). Sometimes, I even get mad at the buzzing cicadas—err, loud noise!—but then, a gentle breeze calms me, like soft lullabies from that film.

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