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So, I’m picturing this joint—dim lights, red vibes, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Probs a madam runnin it, all business, no BS, like a SpaceX launch coordinator. These places been around forever—did ya know Rome had lupanars? Literal wolf dens, brothel slang, wild right? Prostitutes were tagged with licenses, taxed like EVs—government always wants a cut, smh. Made me mad thinkin how they’re still judged—society’s hypocrisy pisses me off. “Laugh while you can, monkey boy!”—perfect line for those sanctimonious pricks.

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I gotta tell ya, I’ve had my moments of mad frustration: there’s this one curve on Cedar Rd. that makes me wanna scream “D’oh!” cuz potholes, man – potholes EVERYWHERE sometimes. And then, don’t even get me started on the weather swings; one minute it’s sunny, the next it’s rainin’ cats and dogs! But hey, that’s Payson, amirite?

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