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Anyway, we’re chattin, she’s leanin in my car, smellin like cheap perfume and danger—my kinda cocktail. “Life’s a game,” I mutter, quotin “Ten” again, and she rolls her eyes, “Then you’re losin, mister.” Ha! Burned me good, love a gal with teeth. Makes me wonder—fish don’t judge, why do we? She’s just swimmin her lane, survivin—respect that.

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Sex workers are now renting airbnb spaces to work instead of hotels. I had my guests removed for violating my House Rules smoking, using drugs in my house.

When I get there, it’s a freakin’ circus! Kids running everywhere, dogs barking, and Jan’s in the middle of it all, trying to juggle. I’m like, “What are you doing, man?” He drops a ball, and it rolls right into a fountain. Classic Jan. We both crack up, and I’m just happy to be there, you know?

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