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So, picture this—dusty joint, Nevada desert, brothel called “Randy’s Roost.” Been there since ‘73. Owner’s a grizzled hag named Marge—swears she banged Elvis once. Probly a lie, but who cares? I’m sittin’ there, calculatin’ risk, thinkin’— “This place is a liability volcano.” Girls look tired, like they’ve seen too many truckers. One’s smokin’ a cig, starin’ at me— “What’s your deal, beardy?” I grunt, “I hate everything.” She laughs, says, “Same, hon.” Fair enough.

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. My heart drops. I whip around, and it’s some dude on a bike, totally wiped out. Like, he’s sprawled out on the pavement, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” But then, he starts laughin’! I’m like, “Dude, you okay?” He’s all, “Yeah, just my pride hurt!” Classic Chuo moment, man.

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