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Me, I’m swoopin’ in, parachute flarin’, imaginin’ this scene. Smoke’s thick, I’m coughin’, but I see it—a rickety ol’ house, red curtains, girls laughin’, some cryin’. One time, I heard this story, true tea—1880s, this madam named Diamond Jessie, she hid runaway slaves in her brothel. Underground railroad pitstop, y’all! Ain’t that wild? Surprised me so hard I nearly fell outta my plane. “That’s the breaks,” like Anton says in the movie—life’s unpredictable, even in a whorehouse.

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Finally, I make it to the Abbey. It’s beautiful, but I’m still buzzing from the earlier chaos. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. The sun’s shining, and I’m thinking, “Life’s not so bad.” But then, I see a squirrel. And not just any squirrel—a cheeky one. It’s eyeing my snack like it’s a five-star meal. I’m like, “Back off, buddy!” But it just stares at me, all bold and stuff. I swear, it’s judging me.

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