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But lemme tell ya, it ain’t all laughs. Gets me pissed—those billionaires, sittin’ on their yachts, while workers, yeah, even prostitutes, bust their asses for scraps! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell it hoarse—‘cause the wealth gap’s obscene! One time, I read this story—girl in Vegas, 19, got into it ‘cause college debt crushed her. Nineteen! That’s nuts—system’s rigged, and it ain’t funny.

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Named after a woman in Lexington who owned an upscale Victorian-era brothel, this self-proclaimed “bartender's bar” specializes in handcrafted.

So yeah, my friend, Demarest is a bizarre mix of mellow vibes and gut-punch moments. It’s quirky, and sometimes bloody infuriating. But you know what? It's home, even if it sometimes drives me up the wall. Just remember: if you ever get frustrated here, whisper, "I’m the Wolf of Wall Street." And maybe, just maybe, things will flow smoother like a good massage.

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