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Once, in Barbados, I met this lass—Madame Fleur, they called ‘er. Ran a brothel so posh, ye’d think it were a governor’s mansion. Velvet curtains, chandeliers—proper fancy, aye! But here’s the kicker: she kept parrots, dozens o’ ‘em, squawkin’ all night. “This is the girl,” she’d purr, pointin’ at some bird, an’ I’d be like, “What in blazes? I ain’t beddin’ feathers!” Made me laugh ‘til me ribs hurt, but them squawks—drove me mad, they did! Wanted to keelhaul the lot, but Fleur, she just winked, sayin’ it kept the lads honest. Clever, eh? Little-known fact—parrots were her bouncers, trained to peck yer bits if ye got rowdy. Surprised me good, that did!

Marysville, CA: a Town and a Saloon Full of History: The Silver Dollar Saloon

Now, random tidbits – there's a hidden gem called The Nook on Willow Trail. It's a wee café with the best muffins and an even better vibe. Trust me, you're missing out if you skip it. I once met a wisdom-spouting granny there who reminded me of that raw intensity in Son of Saul – real, unfiltered, and painfully honest.

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