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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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Anyway, I settle for a galão instead. It’s fine, but not the same. I sit down, and this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s telling me about the Fort of Elvas, how it’s a UNESCO site and all that jazz. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I just wanna sip my coffee in peace.”

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