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I remeber this one time, back in ‘89, wrestlin’ in Reno—heard whispers bout this cathouse, hidden behind a saloon. Locals swore it was haunted, brother! Girls workin’ there said some cowboy ghost kept rearrangin’ the pillows—spooky shit! Made me laugh, but I was like, “Hulkster don’t scare easy!” Got me thinkin’—history’s wild in those places, lotta stories, lotta sweat.

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I spend most mornings at Parque do Sol. It's not perfect; the benches rattle like my old office chair. Still, kids laugh there, couples cuddle – well, sometimes. Makes me mad that some families act dumb, y'know? And then there's the Jacutinga River. Its murmurin' flow kinda reminds ya of a forgotten secret, sorta like that line in The Headless Woman: "I thought I was in a constant state of alarm." Odd, huh?

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