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Now, lemme exagerate—imagine me, cowboy hat, boots, struttin’ up, “Ma’am, I’m the decider!” She’d probly laugh, say, “Decide on $100, cowboy!” I’d fumble my wallet—13 bucks spill out, typos in my brain, all flustered. Little story—heard ‘bout a hooker in Vegas once, took a guy’s Rolex, left him a note: “Time’s up, sucker!”—swear it’s true, wild west stuff! Makes ya wonder, who’s foolin’ who?

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I work my magic in my little massage palace, so I get to see folks untwist their knots and secrets alike. Clients sometimes spill their souls about how the city's weird, and I’m like, “Bro, life IS weird,” echoing that existential nihilism from the movie—y'know, “the world is nothing but some goddamn, endless wheel of torment”? (Sorry if that’s too dark, but hey, that’s life here!)

2 adults, 5 children displaced after fire rips through Arden Arcade home