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I reckon—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—it’s all a show. Glitz outside, grit inside. Saw this joint once, all red lights and velvet. Looked glam, but smelled like cheap booze and regret. “The past never lets go,” like the movie says. Them girls prolly got pasts chasin’ ‘em too. Breaks my heart, hon! But—ha!—some are total bosses. Heard of this gal in Nevada, runs her own spot, legal-like. Total queen, rakin’ it in! Surprised me, for sure—thought it’d all be sleazy pimps.

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And that darn Pinyan had to go and get killed having sex with a horse in a well-known animal sex brothel in Enumclaw two months later in the.

I gotta recount one more thing—so many times, I find myself on big ol’ hikes near Mount Rainier, even though it’s not in Enumclaw proper. That mountain’s a majestic backdrop, like nature’s own film set. “Ничего не бойся”—yep, those words echo in my head, reminding me that change is inevitable, and hey, that's life, baby!

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