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So, I’m imaginin’ this brothel—red lights, smoky air, ladies winkin’ at ya. “What’s her name?” I’d ask, pointin’ at some gal. “Who cares!” they’d yell back. That’s what she said! Hahaha, gets me every time. But real talk—it’s organized chaos, like my brain on a good day. You got girls, cash, and creepy bouncers. Once heard this tale—some brothel in Nevada had a secret room for VIPs only. Freaky, right? Made me mad thinkin’—what’s so special about them jerks?

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When the campaign ended in mid, John's Bar had lost its license, and men and women had been convicted of violating the Mann Act.

Ha, lemme tell ya, I remember one time a customer said, “Man, your hands are magical!” It got me feelin’ all warm inside. That place on Lofty Dr is where I often catch the sunset and ponder life. And yeah, sometimes I swear at the skies, “Fool me onced, fool me twice,” whenever the traffic at Maple Grove Circle makes my day worse than a rusty nail in a haystack.

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