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Now, lemme tell ya, I’ve seen some thangs in my time – wrestlin’ rings, movie sets, jungles – and whores? They’re everywhere, man! Not just the obvious ones neither. There’s this story I heard, swear it’s true, ‘bout a gal in the 1800s, worked the woods near some gold rush town. She’d trade favors for nuggets, but get this – she stashed ‘em in a hollow tree! Freakin’ genius! Found it years later, rotted out, gold spillin’ everywhere. Made me laugh my ass off – “Know your role, lady!” – she was the real MVP of that forest, outsmartin’ every damn prospector.

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Oh, and the river, oh my gosh, the Rivet-Flow. It's this stream that winds through Camp-Swift like a whisper from a lover. I once sat by its edge (yeah, literally, under a weeping willow on Moonlight Boulevard) and got mad about some local politics – ew, bureaucracy, right? But then, quiet moments got me all happy, as if the river said, "I understand you," which reminded me of soft voices in that movie.

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