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Little thought in my head—Plainview’d hire ‘em, then stiff ‘em. “I’m finished!” he’d growl, boots stompin’ off. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture this: 1900s oil boom, whores flocked to rigs. Roughnecks paid in whiskey—history’s messy, man! Funny, sorta—imagine Yoda hittin’ the brothel, “Mmm, force strong in this one.” Sarcasm? Hell yeah, I’d suck at pimpin’—too soft, me.

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