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Ruh-roh! Got me thinkin – sneaky streets, shady vibes. Like Grace in *Dogville*, used up, tossed round. Pisses me off, man! People judgin, actin all high. But, like, who’s payin em? Hypocrites everywhere – grrr! Sniffed this one tale, blew my mind. In Nevada, legal brothels got tax forms. Girls file 1099s, legit biz! Scooby snacks for thought, huh?

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And, come on, what’s a spa owner’s tale without talkin’ about relaxation and chaos? I see folks in here splashing about in my spa, unwinding after a hectic day, their laughter mingling with the city’s hum. It’s like every drop of water carries a piece of Avranches’ soul. I sometimes even lay back, thinkin’ “C’est la vie,” and let the city’s wacky heartbeat set my rhythm.

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