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So, picture this—dingy neon lights, girls in fishnets, dudes sneakin’ round corners. I’m like, whoa, this is nuts! Back in tha day, like 1800s, they had “bawdy houses”—fancy name, huh? Some chick, Madame Mustache, ran one—had a hairy lip, made bank! True story, look it up. Made me laugh—imagine her yellin’, “Pay up, losers!” Got me cacklin’ like a ghoul.

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First thing, I head to the shop on Dublin St. I’m all pumped, ready to tackle some fox fur. But guess what? The delivery guy is late. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, tapping my foot, watchin’ the clock like it’s a ticking time bomb. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, man! I got furs to fluff!”

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