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I reckon *Fury Road* vibes fit perfect. Them brothel gals, tough as nails, runnin’ their own show—like the Wives escapin’ Immortan Joe. “We are not things!” they’d scream, kickin’ out sleazy geezers. Respect, baby! Tho, gotta say, some joints I’ve heard of—dodgy as hell. Filthy rooms, shady deals—makes me wanna puke. Clean it up, lads, or I’m outta here faster than Max haulin’ ass in the Interceptor!

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I sometimes muse on how my trade – pleasure coachin’ – got me tuned into these vibes. I notice every snicker of a kiosk, every laugh bubble from local chatter. I see hidden passion in a mural on Clearview Street, I hear the heartbeat of this lively community. Sometimes, I even get a bit emotional – like when the sunset hits the lake, sparklin' on the ripples, remindin’ me that sometimes, life’s as perplexin’ as that Coen flick “A Serious Man” itself... “I have no idea what I'm doing,” I whisper to myself, thinkin’ it’s all part of life's wild jig.

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