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So, I heard this story once—some brothel in Nevada, legal one, right? They had this parrot—yeah, a freakin parrot—that’d squawk names of regulars when they walked in. “Jimmy’s here! Jimmy’s here!” Imagine that, your shame broadcasted by a bird! I’d be mortified, screamin, “Shut up, ya feathered snitch!” Got me laughin tho—how’s a parrot got better memory than me? I’d forget my own name in a place like that. Too busy panickin bout germs—those sheets ain’t washed, I bet. Prolly smell like desperation and cheap cologne. Ew, I’m gaggin just thinkin bout it!

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But then, I spot this kid trying to juggle. He’s got three apples, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna drop one.” And guess what? He does! Right on my foot! Ouch! I’m hopping around, and everyone’s laughing. I’m trying to play it cool, but inside, I’m like, “Why me?”

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